I go back to work tomorrow. My long and happy vacation days flew by. My goal was to take at least one nap each day and squeeze in a second nap from time to time during my days off and spend much of my time reading. But somehow I ended up finishing just two short books and with just a few naps during this time. I don’t know how that happened because I can’t quite account for ALL of the time not spent on napping or reading. I’m thinking I must have spaced out a lot doing absolutely nothing productive — yes, I consider napping a productive activity, shut up.

And now in the late afternoon, tired from just a few hours of sleep last night and a fitful 2 hour nap, during which time Foster licked my face a couple of times and Georgia stepped on me, I’m again staring at the time and wondering what the fuck did I do today? Nothing. I haven’t even touched a book today since I finished A Mercy yesterday and I still haven’t decided on the next book. And I frown and cringe at the thought of going back to work tomorrow. All this valuable time wasted on nothing at all…

BUT! Remembering my resolution just a few days ago, I’m trying to look at the positive side. So I’m anointing myself the Queen. Being the Queen kinda makes it all better… Sort of… Right…?