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.
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.
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.
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.