Friday, March 28, 2003

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but one of the perks of my job is the option to work a compressed work schedule, an option I started exercising late last year. What it means is this: I work nine hours a day, Mondays through Thursdays. One Friday I work an eight-hour day, the next I have off. So I've got a three-day weekend every other week, which is an extremely agreeable arrangement.

Today is one of my Fridays off, and I've decided to take a break from the world. It's the first one I've had since I began this schedule where I haven't had some massive, time-consuming chore to do. I have no agenda, nothing that must be done. The lack of direction feels glorious.

I want to put in a little time with my script so I can be off-book next week. However, since line memorization is, perversely, one of the parts of the rehearsal process that I always enjoy, that counts as fun in my book. I might do my taxes, too, but only if I get bored lounging around doing nothing. I'll check how the war is going, but just enough to stay relatively informed and make an educated guess as to where my friend the sarge is today.

It's overcast and still slightly on the chilly side here in the Washington suburbs, and since I'm well-provisioned with food and coffee, there's no impetus for me to venture out of doors. Had I a fireplace, I'd probably light it one last time for the season.

I may be back here later in the day with some new stuff for the sidebars. Or I might not. This true, unfettered day off arrived just in time, and I'm going to take full advantage of it.

Posted @ 2:47 PM

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