It's a Me Vacation

I took two days of vacation today and tomorrow.  Incorporate that with my weekend off and my normal day off on Wednesday, I have a five day mini vacation.  I wanted to take a day off to watch Opening Day, something I use to do in college.  I would skip class to watch the Tigers play their first game of the year.  It's the little things in life that make it great.  I figured, why not take another day off while I'm at it?  I'll make these days all about me!  Something I don't do very often.  I do have a real vacation coming up in the middle of April, but I just wanted some time to decompress from work.  And what better way than to do absolutely nothing?

The initial plan was to go to Opening Day, but we opted for game number two instead.  It's a big deal, but not a deal breaker.  I just want to be part of it.  Maybe next year.  So, if I can't be there in person, I might as well enjoy the game at home.  Drinking a few beers in the middle of the afternoon, cheering on the reigning American League Champions.  I wanted the day off to watch baseball.  Then I figured, why not take another day off as well, you know, to recuperate.  The first games of the day are starting around noon.  The Tigers are playing at 3:00 CST

These are days off well deserved.  We were talking about it earlier in March, but I don't think I have taken any vacation since last May (maybe in July too, but I can't remember).  Even if it were in July, that's about nine months.  Too long between vacations.  I don't count the times we were home in November and December.  You can't count funerals as vacation, even if you are home.  Regardless,  I wanted more than a regular weekend off.  I wanted to take a few days off that were all about me.  I wanted to laze around, drink beer, watch movies and sports.  And I have done so thus far.  I have watched at least one full game since Friday.  I don't like basketball, but the college tournament is engrossing.  Just the excitement that the crowd brings is great. 

So these five days are selfish days.  Days that nothing much got done, but something got done.  I was able to relax.  To not be stressed out about work.  To not be worried about anything really.  I wanted nothing more than to lay around, and I have accomplished that.  I just don't know how I'm going to handle the real world again come Thursday.  I didn't choose the slothful life, the slothful life chose me.  Oh wait....