Since I returned home after having my heart operation on Valentine’s Day, I have been staying at home and recuperating from being poked, prodded – and even blasted. So with no work-related obligations and the world almost leaving me alone here and there, I left my life on the dock and embarked on a five day shore leave to Relaxation Island.

When I arrived, I found that, instead of enjoying the tropical paradise I came here for, I am homesick. In other words, while I am very happy that I have the ability to do nothing if I want to – I am so used to doing something that I don’t know what to do when I have nothing to do at all.

These last few days have been by far the most time I have spent in my house since the day I moved in. In some ways, I feel like I am under house arrest with only the contents of my house and no outside visitors to entertain me. So, since what’s in my house is all I have, I tried television – but how many “troubled teens” can you watch be sent to boot camp? How many commercials for DeVry Institute can you absorb? And how is absolutely nothing on when I have Dish Network with over 500 channels?

It is now Saturday afternoon according to my clocks – but not according to me. I have been in this house for the last three days only going out once – so to me, time is irrelevant, the date is irrelevant – and quite frankly, who cares what time it is?

Although these last few days have been quite relaxing and very necessary and beneficial to my body – I have gotten so bored that at one point, I actually “caught myself” eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while watching Ghostbusters 2 – pretty pathetic, huh?

If I couldn’t get through these last two days, what am I going to do considering the fact that my desire for activities has reached a carnivorous state now – and that I still have tomorrow and Monday to go until I return to work on Tuesday?

Now, where did I put those crayons?