Humans are a funny species. We go to such great lengths to play. We knowingly, aggressively even, seek to divert our attention from the humdrum stuff of life. This may be one of our most uniquely human traits. Don't get me wrong: anyone with dog or cat knows that other animals play, and often play with us, so our propensity for play alone doesn't make us humans all that special, at least not amongst our fellow mammals. On the other hand, my dog and multitude of cats don't plan a trip just to play, unless you count coming to my bed to wake me up at 2:00 A.M. as a trip planned in order to play. Even if you do credit our newest cat with planning to pounce the humans in the middle of the night, the most my cat invests in finding an amusing diversion is some energy to seek out the humans, who are pretty much in the same place as always at that hour.
I, on the other hand, will block off a week of my calendar months in advance and save up my money to buy a diversion, just for some focused play time. Maybe that makes me very human. Maybe it makes me a chump. I think it keeps me saner than the alternative. I'm lucky to get to do this. I wish more people could afford vacations, real vacations with time off (and work to take off from), but that is a rant for another day.
All of this is to say that I am more or less on a vacation this week. While I'm taking a week of not writing every single day, naturally enough my mind is overflowing with stuff to write. So while the rest of my crew is taking an afternoon rest, I slipped away to put down a few words here.
Play does wonders for sanity, and creativity.