Off! off! off!

Today. I took it. From everything (except my fiddle lesson which counts as fun and company).
Last night I didn't take my phone up to bed to alarm me, I didn't get up when it didn't ring and when I got up (whenever it was) I didn't look at the time or get showered and dressed until after a leisurely coffee and reading most of a book (Sunshine by Robin McKinley. I recommend if you like vampires). (I did feed the cats though).
Then I didn't even look at the computer or the letter box or the washing up or the dirty clothes for another hour or two. Or the possible dinner stuff. I didn't go to work, I didn't feel guilty about not doing anything and I didn't really finish getting up until after I'd finished the book and had lunch.
Then I quickly and efficiently (if you knew me you'd laugh here) sorted out a bit of washing and a bit of tidying and my fiddle...oh and a shopping list...and went and had a very nice and difficult fiddle lesson. And bought dinner and a nice bottle of wine (Aussie Shiraz, Chateau Reynella). Now I'm cooking and drinking and wondering whether to go on taking the day off tonight or whether to take advantage of feeling hugely better and more relaxed and practise my fiddle and back up my photos. Or read another book.
I feel a bit like this.



As for this, can I take it home now in the back of the car? OK, I'll take it.

Oh if only...