Day Off

"Thank the universe," I said. I sat down in the lounge room with my coffee this morning.

"For what?" asked Sam. He was getting ready to leave for work.

"A day off, finally," I said. "How many weeks have I been filling in for the Queen of the Day off, I ask you?"

"One," said Sam deadpan.

"It feels as though I have been working all year without a day off..."

"It was a week."

"I am sooooooo exhausted, I can't begin to tell you..."

"You did 2 extra days," said Sam. "Two days, don't be so dramatic."

"I'm going to enjoy today."

"It is going to be 37 degrees."

"Oh," I said. "I thought you told me it was going to be 30 degrees all week."

“It is summer,” said Sam. “What can I say?”

Still, I don’t have to go to work, I thought.