I've been working like a dirty dog over the past several weeks. Early mornings, late nights, high-stress situations, etc. Today I had a day off. My wife and child left for Chicago early in the morning, and the rain prevented yard work. I had almost nothing to do... and it drove me crazy.
I used to be able to sloth about for days on end and be happy as a clam. For some reason now when I'm really busy and then have a day off it feels like someone unexpectedly slammed the brakes while we were traveling at 70 mph and I was sleeping in the back seat.
I feel old.
So I did what most Americans do when they're bored: I went shopping. I got Rinkle an Andis hair clipper. OK, it's for me too.
