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The fuzziest bathrobe in the world. |
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And so, fuzzy bathrobe, we meet again. Are you friend or foe? Will you be the impetus for massive relaxation and an awesome staycation experience, or will you be the guilt-inducing barrier between me and a week of stress-reducing productivity?
I have come to that most critical juncture in my staycation, that fork in the road where I have to decide whether to work or to play.
Bathrobe: PLAY!
Me: But see, if I spend the whole day hanging out with you, I'll just be thinking about how I should be working.
BR:What? BAH! Work is lame.
Me: But see, I could be doing paperwork, cleaning various parts of my house, organizing and/or discarding other paperwork, writing my capstone, doing the laundry, calling the bank, going to the shoe shop, lifting weights...
BR: OR...
Me: Or what?
BR: You could remember that you are on vacation, doggone it, and spend the day doing whatever the heck you feel like doing instead.
Me: Hm...tempting...
BR: It is the very first day of vacation, meaning you have the whole rest of your vacation to spend working if you really want to.
Me: True.
BR: So let's do nothing. All day. Unless you feel like doing something.
Me: What a delicious idea.
So I stayed in bed.
My plan for the day:
- shower (when I feel like it)
- go to the meetup at the coffee shop (when I feel like it)
- go sit in the hot tub
- take a nap
- go hang out with my friends
- read
- sleep
and do as much of it in my fuzzy bathrobe as possible!