My vacation is spread out before me like an unspoiled field after the winter’s first snow. Sixteen days of no conference calls, no urgent submissions to QA, no last minute changes to implement someone’s 11th hour bright idea, no changes because someone finally read the contract. I have sixteen days to finally write FlatCat, play with Max, cook, go to the aquarium, eat meals with my wife, watch movies, stay up late, laugh, go out with friends , take naps and when that all gets old, do nothing at all.
Tonight, I’m going to stay up as late as I want doing nothing at all important. After everything was done at work this afternoon, I downloaded some new games for the Powerbook, so I may play those. I rented a movie, I may watch it. Or, I may watch all the stuff stacked up on TiVo. Who knows? Who cares? I have nothing to do, and I love it. For the first time in about three years, I have a stretch of time in front of me with no urgent things that need to get done. I’m almost unsure how to handle it. We’ll see what happens.