Yeah, I am. I've been off the road for nearly two weeks. Awaking every morning in my apartment, in my own bed. Waking up, looking at the time on the bedside clock and realizing I can sleep for a lot longer so rolling over and doing just that. As opposed to seeing the time and knowing I have to run to the shower, eat breakfast (or at least drink some coffee) and then get out on the road.
Instead, it's just hang out and hang loose.
It really is like heaven, yes.
I'm enjoying it. Reading two books -- one a trashy celeb bio and Fred Gueri's Fate of the Species.
The celeb bio is a wonderful read. I just want to lay on the couch with a sleeve of sea salt Nabisco crackers and read the whole book while chewing on my crackers.
Gueri's book is well written but depressing as hell.
A lot of times, I have to tell myself, "Sit down. It's okay. You don't have to be anywhere." Because I'm so used to being on the road and going here, there and everywhere.
Do I feel guilty?
Not a bit.
I wish I had a whole month off. But I would feel guilty about that.
So I'll enjoy these two weeks and then be back out on the road.
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"