Why am I not in the Bahamas?

Or anywhere else warm, or at least not here? I have had this week off every year for the past five years and I have never done anything with it. I'm not sure why, I guess I feel like I can't afford it around the holidays.

Yesterday was semi-productive, today even less so. Laundry, looking over a short story...yeah, that's about it.

I'm still trying to decide whether I actually want to leave the house for a couple of hours. I probably should, even if it's just to go sit at Borders with my knitting and possibly a notebook.

What was that I said the other day about not wasting the resource?