I’m having a think day today.
That’s a day where I don’t get anything substantial done, but I think deep thoughts and am content to be in my own company.
I call it a “Think Day” because it’s better for the ego than “Sloth Day.”
I don’t normally schedule them. I rarely know they’re going to happen and am therefore surprised when they show up unannounced and demand my attention.
Today is different simply because I don’t have much time to do anything else. We’re off camping with friends for the long weekend. (To my wonderful international readers: The first Monday of August is Heritage Day in some provinces.)
We head out tomorrow and will be back sometime Monday. That means we need food and water and camping gear and all manner of other stuff that I hope I remember.
The Baking Fairy possessed me for a few hours yesterday morning so we’ll at least have dessert. Today I have to sort out the gear and do a bit of shopping and whatnot.
Because I won’t have much time to do it, I know it’ll feel like a good writing day.
I’ll also feel like catching up on some reading, and even cleaning.
But because I’ve set it aside as a think day I probably won’t be able to do it.
For now, I’ll go with the fact that I have declared it a think day and I’ll do my best to follow through.