I’m enjoying a very rare three day weekend. It’s absolute heaven to sleep late on a Saturday and Sunday. I forgot what it felt like. Still, it would be nice to have time for a real vacation and actually go away somewhere.
My brain cells work one at a time on days off. I have a lot of things I want to do and plenty more things I need to do, but no ability to focus on getting much of it done.
But I am taking time to cook at home, another rare pleasure. I can be surprisingly bad at it when I want to. I’m my own guinea pig so no one will ever know, but I get these great dishes forming in my head all the time then through trial and error figure out what the recipe needs to be. I had some really bad homemade potatoes au gratin last night, but I know what to do next time.
I don’t know what to do on Sundays without football. I’m losing the will to live. The NFL draft is in April. Training camps open in late July.
I got a call Thursday from background casting for Law & Order SVU, inquiring about my availability for work on Friday. Now, I’ve been officially unavailable for more than three years now, but I still get these calls out of the blue. I was tempted. Had I previously arranged for the day off, I might have. I do miss acting.
I may have a chance to do some narration on a project for an agency that serves the blind. That would be fun. I miss voiceover work even more than acting.
I’ve got friends looking out for me. They put in a good word regarding a call for submissions and the editor contacted me. Lately, I’ve been more news reporter than creative writer. Now I have to see if I have anything worthwhile to say.