Lake Day

Finally home  from a long day of work - day one of the auditors coming in to prepare the financial reports for the past fiscal year. It is comparable to a colonoscopy -  honest -  except a colonoscopy is better because you get drugs. But I digress.

On  my way home I stopped at a local gourmet shop and treated myself to some nice cheese, a little pâté for Joe, a bottle of wine, and something to nibble. When I got home the answering machine was blinking and it was the  accountant,  telling me she needed to reschedule and would not be coming in on Friday.  OH.  EMM. GEEE.   Are you serious?  This means I do not have to make the commute and go to work tomorrow either.   A DAY AT HOME.  Alone. And it is supposed  to rain all day.  Does it get any better than that?

I opened the bottle of wine, made a little plate of the gourmet nibbles and put my feet up. I'm completely intoxicated with the possibilities and options of doing everything and nothing. Kinda like a snow day - or, since it is spring, a "Lake Day."  Lake Day was an unannounced holiday at my college.  The bell tower would start ringing at about  7AM and it meant classes, tests, anything and everything was canceled for the day.  We would go down to the lake and lay around on blankets, reading or sleeping or drowsing.  It was always on a really beautiful day, with no warning, no planning. It just happened.

Even with the rain (which I love), tomorrow is my Lake Day!