A little time off

My life is like a Go-Go's song (which is an 80's all-girl band, for those too young to understand the reference) ... "Vacation, all I ever want is... vacation, got to get away..."

I'm taking a few days off work, just because.  My roommate is off on her own vacation, and so I'm doing one of those badly-named "staycations".  Mostly I'm spending my time doing a whole lot of nothing (except spinning through the deluge of shows on my DVR), which has been extraordinarily nice.  Tomorrow I might be productive.  Or not.

Got a workout in this morning -- did the LE workout that was assigned, though only the minimum number of sets and fairly easy weights.  Felt good to sweat again, though my back isn't completely happy with what I did (I'm telling it that it's fine, though).

Belle and Clarke don't have sleep issues

But the best part about the time off?  The ability to sleep in and not wake up to an alarm clock at some ungodly early hour of the morning.  Oh, and I can stay up past 9pm, even! I'm living the life, I'm tellin' ya.  And without the alarm blaring, I'll easily sleep 9-10 hours unless the dogs have other ideas (Clarke is lazy -- he'll let me sleep -- but Belle is an early riser like I usually am).

Makes me wonder what life would be like if I always got to sleep without a schedule. Would I eventually settle in at a nice, 8 hours of sleep a night?  Or more?  It'd be an interesting experiment, but one that will probably have to wait until retirement. Or wait until my employer decides that 6 weeks of vacation time (instead of the max of 3) is deserved so I can take a month off.  Or maybe I could go into academics so I could take a sabbatical?  ("Thanks for hiring me!  I'm going to take the semester off for my sabbatical...")