So I’ve got that Sunday night thing. You know the one. Where you know that you have a gazillion things to do, and you don’t want to do any of them? You don’t know really what you want to do, but it’s definitely not anything on that list. So you putter. And sit. And veg a bit.

The funny thing is that this usually is the way I keep myself from 1- getting freaked out that I have to go back to work monday morning and 2- doing all the stuff that I know needs to be done for work on monday but that I feel like I would be giving in to work and giving up my “me” time to go ahead and do.

But tomorrow I don’t have to “go” to work. I am on sabbatical.

Well, I do have a few more things I need to finish up for work before officially being off for 5 weeks, but I don’t have to go there to do them. I just want to get them done so that I can get on with the sabbatical, but I don’t want to even think about those things tonight. So instead I think of the 47 other things I’ve told myself I’ll get done in the next few days before my niece comes to visit and then think- it’s sunday, relax.

Hmmm. Right. Well, I guess if I’m supposed to be “relaxing”, I’ll need to walk away from this computer.