I finally got to bed at 5:30 this morning. A wee bit later than I had intended. More importantly I had wanted to get up somewhat early so that I could enjoy my day off. I knew however, that if I didn’t get at least 7 or 8 hours of sleep I would not be happy, so I set my alarm for noon. I was awakened at 10:30 by my friend Ryan calling to make plans for Friday. I was a little annoyed. I know, I know, I should have turned the ringer off, but I forgot. It took me almost 30 minutes to get back to sleep and then I promptly slept right through my alarm and didn’t get out of bed until almost 3:00. So much for enjoying my day off.
I did manage to get to the bank, take my laundry to get it done and to get my hair cut. Those things had to get done today. I did not however get to the post office to pick up the Christmas present my mother sent me. Nor did I make it to the movies. These things will have to wait until tomorrow.
The evening ended with me having dinner with my friend Caleb. He’s a friend from grad school. We haven’t always been on best terms. In fact during my last year of grad school he annoyed me a lot. Since we’ve both graduated the relationship has changed and we get along great. We had dinner at an Italian restaurant in Chelsea. I ate pasta which I’ve been trying to avoid, and I had wine which I’ve also been trying to avoid. Whoops. I just decided it was my day off and I deserved to treat myself to a dinner that was 50% off at my restaurant or delivered from the diner down the street. And I really don’t feel guilty about it. I’ll be good tomorrow. If I manager to get to bed so that I can get out of bed at a reasonable time.
My roommate and I take down the Christmas tree tomorrow night. It’s thoroughly dead. And has turned a truly beautiful shade of brownish green. It’s my least favorite part of the holidays. If only someone would come do this for me. Alas.