Work, work, work

After the past week you might be wondering if this is a knitting blog since I haven't been talking about it. Truth is that I haven't knitted in at least a week because I've been trapped in that vicious circle of trying to get as much work done as possible so I can take some time off, taking said time off but remaining busy with family, and then catching up on what came up while I was out and trying to take care of everything else before I'm out for a longer period of time.

My extra-long, too-much-banked-vacation-time-initiated break, which will be interrupted at least on August 5 and 19, is set to begin tomorrow. After thrashing away at stuff today, I throw my hands up in despair and accept the fact that there's more work to be done, even if I do the bulk of it at home. I'm not thrilled about it, but it is what it is.

With three and a half weeks of time off (with those occasional disruptions) staring me in the face and no planned out-of-town trips except for going to a Radiohead concert near Cleveland, I am going to try to treat these days at home as though I am on vacation.

I realize the inherent strangeness in what I'm saying. If I have the time off, I am on vacation. What I mean, though, is more along the lines of "going on holiday" (for which I can't think of an analagous American expression. I'm not traveling, but I'm going to try to do the equivalent from home. So goes a tortured paragraph in trying to avoid using the neologism "staycation".

Knitting is on the mental checklist of things to do, so hopefully I'll get back to a main thrust of this blog before long. Probably not tomorrow, mind you. I've needed to get the apartment in order for awhile, and I'm putting that task first so it's out of the way. I expect I'll probably do some work work too. The earlier I can get that monkey off my back, the better. I know that the point of going on vacation is not working, but that's how it is in these times.