Now, normally, my mind is a far-ranging thing. Each moment I am thinking, daydreaming, musing, mulling, wondering, considering, and evaluating something or other, and it could be anything from what to eat to the role of women in the church to how in the world will I find a snazzy pair of boots that fit my feet and my pocketbook to whether Dorothy Sayers was a top-notch mystery writer or merely mediocre. It's an exhausting way to live.
This week, however, I have only been thinking about one thing: how to spend my day off. You would think I was one of those slaves from centuries past who only got one day off a year. The question has consumed my waking hours and has been lit up against the background of every other activity I've done like a marquee. I have brooded over it. It is a subject of as much importance as whom to marry or how to use a million dollars.
The challenge, of course, is to craft a day off that satisfies all my desires in a mere 24 hours. The sad thing is, my desires have imploded over the past two years of fulltime work. They now consist of the desire for sleep, solitude, and absolute freedom from the constraints of time. I feel like Meg Ryan in Kate and Leopold, uttering shrewish yet profound words: "I'm tired." I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired.
So, I tossed out the idea of taking a trip down Skyline Drive (I'd have a long drive back afterward), going to Annapolis or Alexandria (same objection), visiting my family (too much else to do this weekend), completely organizing my room (this is a day off, remember?), or hanging out with friends (I'm an introvert, remember?). Hunching over the remains of my day, I shaped it into a thing of jewellike precision:
1) Sleep in."Traitor!" screams my idealistic self to my working-girl self. "What about your dreams? Your ideals? Your devotion to all that is beautiful and good, your service to humanity? How can you accomplish anything if your perfect day is summed up by being a lazy slob? Where is the poetry in such a life?"
2) Slowly wake up.
3) Have a cup of tea.
4) Choose one or all of the following menu of options: hang pictures, organize a small part of my room, get a video from the library and watch it, read The Five Red Herrings. Wash down with a cup of tea.
5) Go shopping.
6) Go to Borders. Sit in the cafe and feel artistic. Drink tea because I can stay up as late as I want because the next day is Saturday.
Well, I've got news for you, Idealistic Self. Go take a hike. I've got better things to do.