The week of the 17th, I will be engaged in the act of “not working”.
Surely you’ve heard of this, yes? It’s a bit of a mystery, but apparently I am free to not come in – let me say that again – not come in for a full week.
Don’t laugh, but it’s only recently that I’ve been introduced to the more-than-two-weeks-of-vacation-a-year concept. Having been something of a job-hopper all my life – and too green, apparently, to ask for that third week off as condition of my employment – the taking of a full week, al those days in a row? away from work? is a giddy-ing thing.
Ahh, but I can hear the Europeans laughing from here. Oh, ho ho ho! you are chuckling indulgently, Silly Americans! We take four weeks at a time! We have civilized maternity leaves!
We have Bank Holidays!
You know you’re killing me over here, don’t you? And yes, with jealousy.
What does one do with a full week off? Well, many of you have asked for more information on the home-dentistry kit, so there’s pulling that together. There’s also that Afghani I’m thinking of crocheting, working on my formulation regarding light without heat, and bleaching my elbows.
Really, there’s always something to be done.
(And I’m just kidding about the elbows.)
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