Worry.

I walked my dog and did some art.

I slept in until past noon, spent a few hours laying in bed reading random stuff on my phone, got up and ate something, probably candy, then went back to bed.

Twenty years ago. I’ve had two jobs for twenty years. I work every single day.

What is this mythological day you speak of?

Almost exactly 10 years ago. My wife and her best friend went away for a week and took the kids with them. I had a bunch of holiday saved up so I took the week off work and had the house to myself. I spent the first two days tidying, cleaning, and doing chores - so I wouldn’t have to end the week doing that and so when my wife got home she’d be happy because that means a lot to me.

But that still left five days of utterly selfish me-time.

I arranged to see precisely no-one (a combination of depression and a yearning for peace and quiet). I moved my XBox into the living room with the big TV. I slept in, ordered takeaways, played video games, watched films with more fights and car chases and explosions than my wife enjoys, went for the occasional pointless, destinationless drive (playing Metallica and Iron Maiden and Pink Floyd too loud), and the occasional walk just to shake off the cobwebs (and maybe visit an old-man pub where there are no jukeboxes or fruit machines or people who will talk at you). I even spent most of the last day just reading a book. I never get that much peace and quiet.

What a week.

I’d definitely pay for another like it.

I played factorio for the entire day and basically forgot to eat

Depends what you mean by “chore” because I still had to cook and walk my cat (we’re leash training), but I think I spent the day trying to make a papier-mache mask but gave up because I messed up my base piece. Literally all I did was glue paper together then throw it away and it was the most creatively fulfilling experience I’ve had in ages.

Ate some shrooms, sat outside, pet the cats, listened to music, and enjoyed life.

Started the day with a warm cup of rose hip tea and reading on the couch.

Later switched to the PC and started playing Factorio. Did so until an alarming amount of time had passed. Figured the shit out of Gleba tho 😎

You think I can remember that far back into my childhood?

My memory does not go that far back. Can we include days we just did not get anything done but felt bad about it?

Played some Helldiver’s 2, went and cleaned out the pigs, played a shitload more HD2 made dinner, watched some survivor,spread some more managed democracy

Alone time. That’s all. I took time to be without people around, without having to communicate… I played Dave the diver, I went out with my bike and enjoyed the solitude. Simple, but in my case is a necessity once every while.

I didnt exist that day