A very long weekend

It's the Friday before the Holy Week. It's the prelude to a long weekend for the working class. At least to those who managed to sneak a vacation leave on the only two working days next week. Around me there's a prantic almost deliberate sense of doing nothing. In the hearts and minds of the working class, the long weekend is about to start. And we anticipate it like we do Christmas, but to a lesser, more subdued extent.

What does a member of the working class do for a weeklong break?

Should I read books? Be transported to a world so different or so similar to my own. Should I watch a lot of TVs? And just sit around and eat and doze off. Should I watch lots of movies? And still sit around and eat and doze off. Should I buy a digicam? And shoot pictures to my heart's content. Should I write a lot (and not just blog posts)? Create a world where I'm in total control of the fate of the characters. Where happy endings are a sentence away.

Whatever I end up doing, so long as it isn't work. So long as I'm near my parents. So long as I am home. I need this rest and somehow I feel I deserve it.

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I wasn't very busy when I started writing this earlier Friday.  And then I got busy. Thus, the late post.