Sweet Christ It's Late

I can hear Golden Earring in my head even as we speak.

It's 2 am (it's 2 am) The fear is gone (the fear is gone) I'm sitting here waiting (sitting here waiting) The gun's still warm (the gun's still warm)

Sing it if you know it.

I just got in from the movies (we finally saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith - it's nothing more than a popcorn flick with intermittent flashes of Angelina Jolie unbelievable hotness) with Zoom and we don't have to work for the next 4 days. I had me a little 20 year old single malt scotch. I had me a little cigarette.

WOOOO-FRIGGING-HOOOO!!

Life is good.

I guess I am up contemplating that very fact. For all the moaning I do (and lately there's been a lot), I have a very very good life. Couple that good life with the next 4 days off and nothing scheduled to do during those 4 days and you see how easily I slip into philosophic jibber-jabber. I'm also up in an effort to embrace and enjoy more of this life. I want to stay up later and soak in my free time. I want to put my feet up and keep reminding myself how wonderful it is to not have to work for a while. I want to enjoy this time. I want to Jim Croce this time in a bottle I'll never lose.

I don't know about anyone else, but I hate to have plans. HATE IT! Nothing irks me more than knowing a weekend or time off is approaching and I have to do this or do that during that time. Whether it be a wedding or a bachelor party or a graduation or a tea party. Whatever. I long for the weekends when I have no plans or no duties or no obligations. The weekends where I can just sit on the couch and watch re-runs of Law & Order all weekend if I want. Sure I can pull weeds, or clean the pond, or reorganize the house, or fold laundry, or knit a sweater, but I don't HAVE TO do any of those things.

So raise your glasses to the real time off. Time to breathe in the really good life that sometimes gets forgotten. Time off to remember what matters.