Today I snuck a rare day off work, on a random Thursday, because despite the mountain of work that always threatens to bury me, there was nothing that couldn’t wait one more day. It was a perfect day to be off, dawning crisp and cold like autumn even though it’s only August.
For two weeks work worries
Have kept me awake
Into the wee hours
Or pulled me out of sleep in early morning
To obsess and worry and wish
For absolute certainty of actions.
Resolved at last, I embrace a weekend of breakfast with friends,
Iced mint tea and naps in the chair by the window, grateful for ease of mind and a light breeze on my face.