It’s about 10:30 on a Wednesday morning, and I’m sitting on my couch in shorts and a t-shirt. In about an hour I’m going to pick up Dana and we’re going to a Giants game on her company’s dime.
So it’s a good day.
Not that I don’t have a million things to do, mind you. I do have a stack of projects I’m in the midst of. But it’s nice to take a weekday off once in a while and doing something fun, forget about those projects, and relax. Which is exactly what I’m trying to do at the moment. I was about to open up one of my projects and sit here and code for a while because I’ve got a little time. But then I thought better of it.
It’s a gorgeous day out, too.
So I’m going to sit here and gloat for a moment that I’ve got it easy. And I’m not going to feel bad about that. I’m not going to feel guilty that I’ve got a day off and I’m goin’ to a ball game and live is good while it might suck for others.
I’m not going to feel guilty because I think feeling guilty doesn’t really change anything. And it’s not like I’m taking a day from my day job of stealing stuffed animals from orphans while forcing them to make imitation Prada handbags and making money off my investments in Halliburton or anything. I mean, all in all, I’m a pretty decent, hard-working kind of guy. Hell, I don’t even own a car. (And Dana’s ten-year-old Chevy passed it’s smog check this morning.) So taking a day off and feeling good about it isn’t going to hurt anyone.
And, at the end of the day, I think it’s most important that we stop and appreciate the good things we have in our lives. Stop and acknowledge that we’re all pretty lucky most of the time even in the face of imitation Prada handbag making orphans.
And it just occurred to me that this is the first actual summer I’m going to have in four years. That for the last four summers, my time was eaten up by that silly camp company.
And in less than two months, I’m gettin’ married.