Ticky Ticky Time

I’m off tomorrow, of my own choosing (yay, vacation days!). That makes this weekend three days long! And that also makes today, Thursday, my Friday. It’s flying by at a snail on a sloth with a broken leg break-neck speed.


Artist’s rendering of me, circa now, watching the clock at work, waiting to begin my 3-day weekend. (And thanks, Pixabay, for the pic!)

Of course, I don’t want time to go faster for people who want it to go slower: those savoring something fun and/or beautiful; those who may be losing someone and don’t want to hasten that process.

It’s a battle then, you see, between me, time, my compassionate side, and my inner five-year-old who’s stomping her damn feet and screaming, “I WANNA GO HOME! NOWWWWWWW!”

Aside: I actually wasn’t that kind of child, so where she learned this behavior, I do not know. Perhaps I’ll contemplate that on my day off tomorrow…. NOT. What do I plan to do?

As an INFJ, I enjoy planned spontaneity. This may sound like a contradiction in terms, an oxymoron, but nay. If I have a wee plan, I can then be spontaneous within said plan. Listen, people, I didn’t make me this way. It’s just the way it is.

So! The plan is as follows: be off the whole entire day; do not sleep in thereby wasting the precious free time I’ve been waiting for; and enjoy an outing, possibly to see priceless works of art (however, there will be no eating of pancreas and/or participating in a parade I stumble upon during my Day Off). There will be the eating on the go, seeing sights in small towns (hopefully), taking loads of pictures, and not melting in July hotness.

See, there’s no timetable, but there is a general outline. And this plan can be altered at any time, for any reason.

But I have to get to it first.

… … …

I wrote a bit here, and that used up, oh, about 10 minutes. Digital clocks don’t make noise, by my head is a-tickin’… … …

My day off tomorrow better move in similar slo mo fashion as well. I’m sorry if that interferes with you getting to YOUR weekend, but what can I say? Inner five-year-old me just stuck out her tongue at that comment.

After we have our fun this weekend, I’m going to have to have a serious talk with her.


  1. T,

    We should all be blessed with an inner five year old who rousts us, challenges us and most of all . . allows us to stick out our tongues when we ain’t down with something.

    Enjoy Saturday Part 1!

    Peace and plans with zest

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