Saturday was my version of a getaway – a getaway from work. I didn't clean (other than doing dishes, by hand), didn't do any work-work. The closest thing I did to work was start a pink sock monkey for my sister's friend. Of course, by midnight I felt as if I'd wasted the day. (Darn that Scandinavian work ethic!)

Sunday I wrote a column and transcribed one interview. Had tons of calls all weekend – more than on typical work days – so I didn't have the focused work time I'd expected. Monday I transcribed another interview. I had two more I could do, but that article isn't due until Friday, and it's not like they pay extra for me to work on a holiday. Had drop-ins and more calls Monday, too.