Because of last week's surgery, I am lounging in my recliner, reading, writing, watching the Dan Patrick Show and recovering from said surgery. It also means that I am not working at my job. This is a very strange sensation.
I am 39 years old. I have more or less worked every day since I was about 13. Now, not counting the "teachers have Summers off" myth, I have never been written out of work, collected unemployed and never been hurt at work. I've always worked in one way or another. Whether that means two or three jobs at a time, school and work, whatever...all I've ever done is work. I can count the number of honest to goodness, "real" vacations I've taken on one hand. (Honeymoon, Three trips to Florida) But now I have an extended period of time off that could last into February. (I am praying that it doesn't.) It is a wierd, bizarre and more than somewhat unsettling feeling.
Now it's only day six since I've been out of work and only the 2nd day that I'm at home instead of being at work. Ask me in two weeks how I feel.
Alright, I think I finally figured out how to wrangle in this tough chapter of SISTERS OF KHODA and my TBR list is going to melt away in the coming weeks.