Yesterday I worked at home because my hot water heater was making a scary noise. I waited all day for the plumber to come, and of course it wouldn't do its thing with him there. Today, I had arranged to meet a handyman at our old house to talk about some repairs, but didn't have an exact time, just "afternoon." I decided to take a vacation day just so I didn't have to worry about trying to squeeze in work around a vague schedule.
Other than meeting him, I spent the whole day doing things I wanted to do. I did a little inspirational reading. I called and made an appointment for a pedicure. I straightened up the house before leaving, for a change, instead of leaving it looking like a tornado hit. I called Frances and had a nice long chat to find out about the progress of her book manuscript. I got my pedicure, and my toes are a lovely "St. Peter's Burgandy." I visited my friends from my last job and had a nice lunch with them. I did some yard work at the old house. I went to the local health food store and bought a bunch of organic produce. I did also meet the handyman, who seems like a good guy.
Yesterday was all frustrations, but today was the nicest day I've had in a while. It's been a long time since I had a day just for me, alone with nothing scheduled. I definitely missed it. I feel more like myself than I have in quite a while. It's like I remembered who I was.
And then, I got Jennette's book in the mail! I'm only half done with Half-Assed: A Memoir, but it's really great. It's especially interesting having met Jennette and knowing how shy she truly is (but also witty and fabulous). I'd do a review once I've had a chance to read the rest and ponder it a bit.