Those of you who know me know that I am a workaholic. It’s not something I’m proud of; it’s just something I’ve always done. (I will admit that I am reading The Four-Hour Work Week to break out of this after many years of workaholism.

Today I was granted something I haven’t had in AGES: a night off! Basically, I was supposed to teach and then the student got sick and didn’t show up for the lesson. I was also supposed to go to a show and my friend and I couldn’t figure out if a) it was going to start anywhere close to on time and b) how late we would be out, which is a big deal right now since I’m training for the NYC Marathon and have to actually take care of myself. (what a concept!)

So, here I was with a “night off”. Whoa! What to do?

Well, my husband Andrey is in crunch mode with his newspaper. What’s worse is that his computer “blue-screened” and so he’s down in the basement of the building we live in working on the landlord’s spare PC. (Efforts to persuade Andrey to buy a Mac have been met with hostility. Mac-people vs. PC-people are almost as divided as Yankees and Red Sox fans, I’ve found. So I let it go.)

So, Andrey’s been in the basement all day. Since he doesn’t like the way I cook, he always insists that he cook the meals. Around 7:30, however, he came upstairs and went for his favorite snack – a head of cabbage – when he was supposed to be starting dinner.

Then we ordered pizza.

So, what did I do with my night off? I sent off some elaborate email to my email list, and now I’m blogging. And I worked on business stuff for my tour of New York State in November. I caught up on some listening (I have a pile of CDs to go through!) and returned some emails. After all this, I’ll send off press for the New York State tour.

I guess maybe it wasn’t a night off, then! But it was a night at home. Those are few and far between so they are nice when they show up.