Wednesday, September 16, 2009

It wasn't a "vacay"

It was just a week off work...and I hate the word "vacay," anyway. The husband and I were off last week, and I was officially the least productive person on the planet. I spent nearly the whole week just breathing, napping, eating, and wasting time on the Internet. As my vacation time approached, I was planning to blog more, rather than less, since I was going to have so much free time. Apparently, though, I just couldn't work up the energy.

When Monday came around, I found that I really didn't mind going back to work all that much, since my job is usually okay. I did, however, have a bit of difficulty adjusting to being around actual people again. Mr. Nerd and I have been married for quite a while, so we don't sit around under each other's feet; when we're at home, he does his thing and I do mine. So, I would go for long stretches without conversing with anyone other than three lively, but uncommunicative, Cocker Spaniels. And most of those conversations were of the "don't: sit on the other dogs / lick up things you found on the floor / barf in the corner where I can't clean it up / do unnatural things to your brother's head / bark like fiends at the poor bored neighbor dog / hit the 'delete' key on the laptop" variety. My co-workers might have thought that I was unusually quiet on Monday (unusual, since I'm hardly ever quiet), but I was really just trying to remember exactly what it is that human beings talk about all day.

At any rate, I'm back, and I have some great ideas for new posts. I'll have one later in the week; here's a little teaser:

Be sure to check in later this week!


Junk Drawer Kathy said...

Oh! We have the same kind of vacations. If we don't get on a plane and go somewhere specific, it's a lot of breathing and eating, as you so perfectly put it. I'm glad we're not alone.

p.s. Cats do the same bad things dogs do. Just last night, our Shadow tried drinking directly from a water glass on a table next to a recliner. She dumped the whole thing on the chair and it probably won't dry until next week. Do you want a cat?

pps. The CAPTCHA I got was "chinsup." So what are they telling me? I have more than one chin? How do they know that?

Anonymous said...

I hate the word 'vacay', too. Who thought up that atrocity, anyway?

absepa said...

Kathy: Thanks for the offer of Shadow, but I'm pretty sure my husband would leave me if I brought home another animal. One of our dogs figured out how to pry the lid off of a 20-ounce soda bottle recently; I walked into the room to find a small lake of Coke, and three very happy pups, lapping it up.

I think CAPTCHA may actually be some kind of secret government experiment or something. I can NEVER read the words.

Sarah: I don't know who thought it up, but I think it should be stricken from the language immediately. Too annoying.

Jeff said...

First of all, "breathing" is a VERY productive thing to do, and secondly... there's no such thing as "wasting time on the Internet." Especially when some of that time involves reading my blog.

JD at I Do Things said...

Now that's my kind of vacation. It's good to just do nothing for a while and recharge. Plus I find that the more time I have to stuff, the less likely stuff is going to get done.

Good for you! I look forward to the mysterious yogurt post.

absepa said...

Jeff: Thanks for making me feel better about my extreme lack of productivity. I did spend a lot time reading blogs, yours included. :)

JD: That's what I kept telling myself! I just sort of forced myself not to think about all the work that needed to be done. It was a very restful week.