6/24: (most of the) day off

There was a standing joke as I was growing up that the only time my father took off was Christmas morning.  He worked a lot in his home office, and one of his theatres plus his campus office were within easy walking distance of our house, so even when he was working he was well within reach:  we saw our father a lot, and we saw him working a lot.  To a large extent, my siblings and I have inherited the habit.  But after some satisfying thinking and writing in the morning, I took today off, off, off.  I had prepared a mental agenda for my Sunday afternoon, but then I decided it could wait until tomorrow.