‘Tis the Eve of the First Day of Summer Break.
I have worked every weekend since well before Thanksgiving. Between church services on Saturdays and Sundays, concerts, lessons, events to attend at school, international travel, and most recently a round of final concerts then Commencement Weekend, life has been exceptionally rich.
Even this past Saturday was an eight-hour day, with Sunday a five-hour day of events that kept me ‘on.’
I was in the office on Monday for ten hours, Tuesday for nine, and today for eight.
Leaving the office at 5.45 today, I left a pile of things I was going to bring home, but then decided not so to do.
(None of this is complaining, mind you. I love my job, and I don’t regret doing it, or doing it well. But I’m due for a bit of down time, since my last day ‘off’ was one day in Spring Break.)
And just like that, with a simple pasta dinner, I am celebrating the Eve of the First Day of Summer Break. Tomorrow begins the first of an annual series of three- or four-day weekends. I’ll read Evening Prayer in a few minutes, then orgy on Modern Family (the first season on DVD arrived today),the faithful Samson by my side.
To celebrate, I have closed up the house and turned on the air conditioning. Sweating and this damned boot don’t meet happily.
What is in store the next few days?
I’ll celebrate my First Day of Summer Break with a brief meeting at church, then Noonday Prayer and a noon-time organ recital at Christ Church Cathedral. Then I’ll continue work for a while in the afternoon on my operetta project. Friday is a cooking & cleaning day (the home office is in dreadful state), with T arriving for dinner of coq au vin. Saturday brings two private voice lessons, after which I intend to catch a movie. Sunday, after church, is not one but two different auditions, one for a show, the other for a chorus. And then I’m back to work on Monday and Tuesday next week.
So let the Eve of the First Day of Summer Break continue, and LONG LIVE SUMMER.