Yes, it’s Black Friday.  A day that has become significant to many for the hoards of shoppers elbowing each other in stores, long lines, over heated credit cards, screaming kids and frazzled nerves.  What could be better?

Jammie Day, that’s what.  I have proclaimed today to be my first annual Jammie Day.  None of that Black Friday crap awaits me; I have better things to do.

With my husband out of town and no family or work obligations looming, I will sit in front of my computer and write as long as I desire. 

I will drink pots and pots of coffee and pee lots and lots of pee.

I will stay in my jammies.

I may not even shower, but I can guarantee I will brush my teeth.

I will not put on make-up, nor will I fix my hair.

I will put on a classic rock station and listen all day, in my jammies.

I will put up the minor amount of Christmas decorations that we have chosen to represent a more relaxed and down-sized version of the holiday.  I will do this in my jammies. 

I will shop on line, in my jammies.

I will reheat a plate of leftovers for dinner, while still in my jammies.

I may build a fire tonight, or I may opt for snuggling down in the den with a lapdog and an attention seeking cat vying for my affections.

No matter what I do today, it will be done inside, where it’s warm.  It will be something I want to do that will please just me.  I will be selfish for once and not worry about making anyone else happy.

I will do it in my jammies.