Idleness

It's very strange not being scheduled or required to do something. I keep feeling, this weekend, like there are things I ought to be doing -- and indeed there are, but they are not anything that can be done today, or tomorrow, and probably not next week (since I'll be working). It's very strange.

But I've written about this before, haven't I?

It's one thing to spend unclaimed time in enjoyable or productive tasks, like knitting or bicycling; it's another to find oneself feeling anxious to get certain tasks taken care of, but unable to complete them. Today, for example, D. and I were going to bring some stuff out of storage to my apartment (taking advantage of the unscheduled weekend) but problems apparently arose with the window replacements, so there was a lot of drilling and painting still going on there. (I am very much hoping that this apartment will not prove to be in the process of continual renovation!) Plus there are things waiting on my having time during the week and working hours to get done (like getting a new driver's license) and on being reassured as to the steadiness of my paycheck (deciding whether to continue my existing health insurance at $350 a month or find something cheaper, for example).

Money and time -- it's not entirely a matter of both being in short supply, but more that they are distributed in a way that is out of sync with my needs.

I don't think there's much I can do about that, however.