Industrial inaction

Saturday started as Saturday usually does… up at the same ungodly hour as always, well before dawn kisses the horizon in misty, autumnal splendour. Which is a bit unfair really as I had doggedly turned off the alarm clocks and given myself a stern talking-to before falling asleep about the benefits of sleeping late. I’d even read later than usual. But no, the inner clock said it was time to wake.

Now, I could have stayed in bed regardless, but the moment I wake there is heavy breathing under the bedroom door. It sounds like the snorting of a small horse, but is, in fact, the small dog who has been laying in wait for the sound of my eyelids opening. She snorts so that I know she knows I’m awake and because I now know she knows that I know she knows, I feel obliged to get up immediately and throw the ball that has been carefully placed dead centre of the doorway where even my bleary eyes cannot miss it and, if they do, my feet cannot fail to connect in the desired manner.

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Open garden door, throw ball. Make coffee, throw ball. Feed dog… she won’t eat until I’ve thrown the ball again, it is a ritual. I haven’t quite worked it out yet, but I feel it is a control thing… she will not eat at my bidding, but I must obey her whims. This may be why she is in charge most of the time. Watch sunrise from dew-soaked seat while drinking coffee and throwing ball.Image result for cartoon dog ball work

By this time and with all the dew,  fresh air and a sunrise, I am wide awake. No chance of curling up somewhere and grabbing an extra hour. The dog, however, is curled up and snoring. Make second coffee. Switch on computer and start the day’s work. At this point I have about an hour before I have to get organised and leave for work… except, today, I have all day. And all tomorrow. And then a few more unexpectedly free days as my boss does not require my habitual services unless anything crops up or there are any last-minute changes of plan. Which sort of means I am on holiday.

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I made an unusual third coffee and took it out into the garden, still in my dressing gown. Because I could. I mentally went through the list of all the jobs that need doing around the house and in the garden. Lined up a whole host of computer-based tasks I can be getting on with. Thought about all the projects I have been putting off until I have the time. With everything else I have to do, I still won’t have the time to fit them all in, not even if I stick to my usual eighteen hour day. The alternative, of doing the barest minimum, doing nothing I do not want to do and generally lazing about for a few days is not one that would occur to me.

Which is why that is precisely what I plan on doing.

I have been at my own beck and call for far too long.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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53 Responses to Industrial inaction

  1. Time for some Me Time. Ani will no doubt share.


  2. barbtaub says:

    “…the sound of my eyelids opening”. For years I’ve wondered how my dog knew I was awake and thus time for a series of social sneezes accompanied by increasingly fortissimo doggie toenails dancing against the wood floors. Mystery solved.

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  3. Oh, my. Ani has you so well trained ! ☺ I love the line about the vacuum…I heartily agree. Vacuums do indeed suck. 💖 Enjoy your holiday weekend, Sue.

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  4. Enjoy your time off the treadmill. I call these “jammie days” – and I try to remain in my pjs to remind myself that work must wait.
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to educate a world!”


  5. Mary Smith says:

    Enjoy your mini-break.


  6. I have this strange habit of getting when the sun hasn’t risen yet. My body would tell me that it needs more rest but my mind is always up for something otherwise. Ugh.
    And well, you just reminded me of my ball of fur too. He is so similar to your pet. 🙂


  7. I laughed through this entire post. Other than throwing the ball – which I don’t think you will be able to opt out of – have a wonderful lazy day.


  8. We have stereo snorting. And then, pounding and thumping as two wild dogs fling themselves against the hallway gate … in case the snorting isn’t enough to get us moving to the kitchen. Where the biscuits are. So they can run in circles, snorting with an occasional yip. Our arising is the biggest event EVER and will be until sometime in the afternoon when dinner is prepared. Then, IT will be the biggest event. EVER.


  9. vronlacroix says:

    Love the humour, especially the line,’laying in wait for the sound of my eyelids opening’.


  10. Eliza Waters says:

    Ani is psychic, of course. She reads your every thought – lol!
    Thankfully, my spouse is the early riser and dog walker. I only do it when he can’t. 😉 However, I am trained to get up at 5 to silence the caterwauling, aged feline that insists on being fed at that hour, but then at least I get to go back to bed.


  11. Bun Karyudo says:

    Well, there’s a lot to be said for taking it easy once in a while. Taking a break from the million and one tasks you ordinarily do will give you more time to throw a ball for Ani. 🙂


  12. Rajiv says:

    This is super


  13. macjam47 says:

    Well, Sue, I am sure Ani will report all that did not get done on your mini-break. After all isn’t she what your mini-break is all about? I’m sure Ani thinks so.
    Enjoy your time.


  14. Widdershins says:

    Time out … with the bovines, and the small dog, and a cuppa … truly wonderful. 😀


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