Let's look on the bright side.
When I am between projects, I can wake up slow and make myself a one-egg omelet of cheddar and onions and sip my coffee slowly while catching up on the scandalous Scandal or maybe Downton Abbey.
I can work on my own lovely endeavors for a spell or cross the courtyard and sit with my 95-year-old Aunt Winnie and chat with her home attendant in her sunlit room.
I can meet an out-of-town friend for a late lunch to celebrate her new book, and we can raise a glass if we choose, because the day is ours.
I can go to a movie in the middle of the afternoon at the theater with the red leather power reclining seats if I want, and I can fall asleep if the movie doesn't hold my interest and it will feel like a delicious escape.
I can watch March Madness basketball with my husband, who is home sick today.
I can color my hair in a risky shade.
I can meditate on what's good and practice not worrying.
I can plan a birthday party. My girl turns 20 this week.