It's right there in my personal contract with myself which is in force for the duration of this job with the Friday night work. On Saturday (unless there is something I truly HAVE to do) I don't have to do anything unless I want to.
Usually, at some point in the day, I want to. Not today. OK, I briefly thought about washing some dishes, but it didn't happen.
The night was cool enough that I got out my extra blanket when I first woke up. I love a cool-to-cold room and warm blankets.
The closest I came to work was putting peanut butter on a roll (yes the ones I baked the other day), and cutting up vegs for a salad for dinner.
I read a book. Played my computer game. Dozed off any number of times.
Now I'm thinking about going back to sleep.
The bottom of my butt feels a little flat, but I can tolerate the discomfort! Sometimes life is good in the really slow lane.
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