Day off? Off of what?

  I awoke this morning stretched and thought after all my hard work yesterday, hard work, HA, that I would take a day off.  Then my fabu hubby told me that might be best, that I might be getting in too deep, and I have an addictive personality and he worries about me sometimes.  Well, as soon as someone tells me to be careful I climb into my Evil Kenevil bathing suit, which is flame retardant (though so is water, but you never can be too cautious) and dive right back in again.  So ladies and gents I am here once again sitting at my computer creating something semi-permanent.  Hubby may have a point and even though I may agree with him, I will not admit that this is a passing fancy.  Damnber- my BBFF has confirmed that I am a Master of being Jack of all Trades.  But THIS, this is different, I have always written, and I have always thought I was hilarious, even if I was the only one laughing. The pleasure I derive from this- and I mean instant gratification. Not the pleasure I get from a way too hard Crosswords I cheat my way through, or waiting at the corner of New Development Ave and Not yet Gentrified Blvd for the streetcar, I mean actual pleasure- the minute I post these words.  So as far as addiction goes, this seems relatively benign.  A few words, some secrets, a story, a panic attack and a laugh.  What so addictive about that? Other than the sharp pain and burning itch to post again, just to see if I can do it, I need it.   Just for a second, I can quit anytime I want to, I just don't want to.  So much for my day off, sorry Hubby:) But he does love the daredevil bathing cap.


For the record my passing fancies include but are not limited to: Jewellery making, a line of snappy greeting cards, comic book collecting, painting- both acrylic and oil, calligraphy, crosswords, writing, catering, massage therapy, sketch comedy, aesthetics, working at an advertising agency, staffing agency, marketing firm, mortgage broker, restaurant, event planner, spa and trying to run them all.