My Silent VacationPosted by dhoffman on February 15th, 2010
So, I didn’t take a vacation last year.
Didn’t take on in 2008, either. Just never happened. Jessy was switching jobs and I was involved in one monstrous project or another. We were supposed to go away for a week in August but that wasn’t in the cards.
I figured I should take some time off before 2010 was far enough in that my 2009 vacation was completely up in smoke.
So, I’m taking this week of.
So, of course, I’m sick.
Now, I’m not “sick-sick”. In point of fact, I feel *almost* completely fine.
I have a sore throat. Even that’s not completely right — it’s more like laryngitis, or just being really hoarse and really sore from — I think — shouting at Jack the Dog for going after Missy’s cornmeal-based litter (also known as “Jack the Dog’s Cornmeal Buffet” — ick).
So, yeah. Saturday was rough — we had a party to go to, and that’s a talking sort of thing. Saturday night we had plans (more talking). Sunday I kept as quiet as I could, but it was Valentine’s Day and we decided to spend the afternoon playing some games we’d never played before (i.e., talking).
Today, Jessy went in to work and I stayed home. My office . . . it had sort of gotten away from me. So I did some cleaning. Well, LOT of cleaning, including emptying my closet, throwing out no less than 2 bags of trash (mostly old cables — I think AC adapters reproduce when they’re alone in a bin) and a stacking up of paperwork that I was simply not tackling today.
My office looks much nicer now. Also, Jessy was nice enough to pick up two boxes of Make Your Throat Feel Nice tea. I have a big blue mug of it going right now on the desk.
It might seem like I’m complaining about feeling less than one-hundred percent for my big vacation at home (protip: I was doing the “staycation” thing before the phrase had even been coined) but honestly it’s kind of interesting. In trying to let my throat heal, I think I’ve maybe said five words today — maybe not even that many. It’s throwing the pets off, for one. They keep walking up to me and looking right at me, like they’re expecting me to say something exciting.
My little self-imposed “vow of silence” won’t last the whole week. It can’t. I’ll have to get on the phone, for one thing, for work. I have to go to the post office tomorrow or Wednesday, for another thing. Jessy seems to think my whole mime act is somewhat amusing — thus far — but I don’t feel that’s going to last much longer.
Still, for right now it’s quiet, by which I mean I’m quiet. And my throat’s feeling much better, which is the point of all this not talking anyway, so that’s a good thing, too.