I need a sick day. That probably sounds stupid, coming from someone who's out of
work, but I've been busy lately. And I haven't gotten to sleep in once
since being laid off, except when I was in LA and then I was in a strange bed and
couldn't sleep for too long. (In case my hostess reads this, I should say that it
wasn't because the bed wasn't comfortable.)
Waking up early to work
out has, in fact, worked out well, because it gets me up and moving instead of
lounging through my day. However, I can't take a nap later in the day because I'm
congenitally incapable of doing so. I had been thinking of taking a mental health
day right before I got laid off, but never did (and so lost several sick days).
Maybe I won't row tomorrow, and stay in bed half the day instead.
MMMMmmmmm....maybe I can persuade Rudder to do the same...even more
MMMMmmmmmmm....but very unlikely, on a rowing day.
At any rate, I
plan to spend today not any jobsearching whatever, at least not of my normal form.
Instead, mixed in with the usual loafing, I will work on some writing I've
assigned myself, and, if good enough, will submit it somewhere or other. I keep
thinking that writing is one of the few kinds of work that can be done anywhere
and on any schedule I choose. Of course, I also keep thinking that, if I were a
real writer, I wouldn't be able to keep myself from perpetrating prose, instead of
having to use stern self-discipline. On the third hand (in my mind, I'm Shiva) I
have been keeping this journal since early March. I'm approaching 6 months, and
have never yet missed making an entry on any day when I wasn't traveling. It has
not been an undue burden. So really, the question for me is not whether to write,
just what.