Busy busy lives. Tina is getting ready to go Yurt camping over the weekend with the Girl scouts. So she had to run out late last night and do shopping. With my on-call position I find myself getting calls early in the AM having to throw on sweats to get something fixed.
RBG is being flown all over the globe for back to back meetings.
Flying Van has feast of famine with split second decisions that puts the lives of others in his hands.
Ronn has to deal with a state run, federal compliant bureaucracy, and teaching the most difficult nightmare students of all, Tenured Teachers.
Shoo probably has some kind of stress someplace, sometime... kinda... i think...
Timmer's entire life is a demented living hell of guilt and acquiescence as anyone who reads between the lines of his blog can tell.
Keeka... well her stress is self induced... :p
So every so often comes Down time. Unwind time. Escapism.
Personally, when I walk out the door from work and start perambulating the downtown streets, I begin the process of exorcism of the work day demons. This usually is recanting some less then fun event and thinking of 'what I shoulda done' or 'what I shoulda said' or just accepting I was an ass.
When I reach home Connor is there to erase any trace of Funk from my brain. “Hey, Daddy your back! Did you have a good at work?” or sometimes a hug or sometimes a request for Pizza. He has that sunshine on a cloudy day effect on pretty much everyone around him.
So for escape itself, it is no secret that I opt out of TV for WoW. Lately books are few and far between, however, getting into a nice fiction is a plus. Going to the occasional movie (so few I want to see anymore). Or just doing something that isn't related to anything I do at work.
So my house is my escape pod from work into my life.