Here I sit, enduring the first of two, Doctor ordered, days off. What to do? Garden? No. Rain. Computer, maybe? Mine is on it's last legs, and has a new habit of dieing once every half-hour. Possibly read? I guess it will have to do, although I'm not completely thrilled with my current tome.
This time seems a complete waste, as there are so many things I can't do.
"Sit in the sun and relax" the Doc said. "Most of my patients beg me for a note to stay home; you are the first one to whine about being told to take a day off."
I suppose it's not that bad. After all, this is the perfect time for one of those projects that are always put off 'till a rainy day'
I'll get that guy for the "sit in the sun" crack, though, as a glance out the window shows my lawn chair in the middle of a huge puddle forming on the porch.
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Some of us have a day off every day...Ah, retirement! It will not be as you imagine, however!
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