Yesterday was the first official day of my school spring break. DH and Lucy are both away, Lucy to ski in the Junior Nationals for a week and DH on a business trip to California for two weeks.
I wrote my last advisor letter, did barn chores morning and evening, and started digging a path to the farm apartment through the three feet of drifted snow. But apart from that, I did almost nothing. I read for almost four hours in the middle of the day, lying on my bed.
I was trying to remember the last time I took a day off. I think it was in March of 2013, when the kids and I were in Florida with Joanne and my only decisions were when we would walk to the pool and which of us was cooking dinner. Yesterday felt a bit like Florida, lazy and unstructured. No time pressure, no deadlines.
I have an ambitious list of work planned for this vacation, however, so today it’s back to buckling down. Thirteen days left.