Days of nothingness

Been on vacation this week. And I have, essentially, not done a damned thing. Which I suppose is good. I did manage to have lunch with my good friend R., and I have cleaned most of the house. I have kept an eye on work email for emergencies. But otherwise I have done nothing but laze around and nap. Oh, and take Bucky to the vet on Monday, and get my truck cleaned, along with a haircut and a doctor appointment. So I guess I have done a few things. But really, I feel like I have done nothing and wasted four perfectly good vacation days. There was so much more I wanted to get done, like out in the yard. But I think I just needed a break from everything.