I have a terrible confession to make. Yesterday, despite having spent hours on a beautiful new “2014 Time Management” spreadsheet, I spent the day in pajamas. The entire day. As in I woke up, rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, brushed my teeth again and rolled back into bed approximately 16 hours later. I spent the interim watching a BCC series on World War II (note my careful use of the term “series” to suggest a documentary of the educational variety instead of six episodes of Land Girls). I also did some laundry, some dishes and assisted, to the best of my ability, with the consumption of the 800 bazillion pounds of leftover food from Tuesday’s New Years Eve party.
What can I say? I don’t get many days off so when I do, I take them very seriously.