I took a day off from work and school the other day. Well, a half day off work. My day job involves calling people up and helping them understand what to do when they build websites, and market them. I had enough cancellations that my late afternoon unexpectedly opened up. Rather than sit around work (although there were things I could have done, I have to admit), I took the rest of the day off. The plan was to go home for a while, enjoy my family, and then go back to my chemistry class that evening.
That was the plan. Really.
As with all "best laid plans of mice and men" it didn't work out that way. Instead of going to class, I ended up goofing off with my wife and kids until well past the time for me to leave for class. Now I've got a bunch of reading to catch up on before my next class.
So much for "the plan."
You know what? I don't feel guilty at all. In fact, I'm looking forward to the next time. I think I need to find more days to goof off. Goodness knows I don't have enough days that are earmarked for working, the paid kind and the home kind.
Still, it's an interesting idea for me to gauge my quality of life on the number of days I can afford to goof off.