Cured of itchy feet

I promised myself that I would not touch a machine during my 2 weeks of leave. So commited was i to achiving this objective that I left my laptop at home. But it seems after 8 years of touching a machine at least once a week (and even when I stayed away for this week I was on top of a mountain)I cannot stay away. But this is only an aside.

I used to suffer from itchy feet. Between 2000 and 2006 I could not stand staying at home on a Saturday evening. It did not matter what I was doing the Friday before, during the Saturday or what I had planned for the following Sunday. Even on those Satos I spent the day at home, by about 6 I would get a severe attack of itchy feet. My feet would demand to be taken out for a walk. To a pub specifically. Frantic calls would be made to the other introverteds in search for company. I have fond memories of those Satos in 2004 when I would leave class go to Choices and leave a bag full of students scripts behind the counter, chase after younguns and make sure I leave the pub by 4pm so that I could wake up in time for the 11 am mass.

That was then. Somewhere around 2007 I discovered the beauty of staying home on a Sato evening. Taking it easy, watching some telly, reading a book or generally bumming in the house. In 2009, this has now become the norm. Its gotten so bad that I cannot even remember the last time I went out on a Sato. I am not sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing or if its just a thing. May be I have gone full circle from having ithcy feet that demand to be walked to rotten feet that demand to be put up on a couch and taken to bed early. One of the effects of staying home on Satos is that I end up sleeping early and then waking up early on Sunday. I like having a full day on Sunday but I dont think I am doing anything with the extra time.

The transition from itchy feet to rotten feet is just one of the changes that have occurred to my life now that I am closer to 40 than I am to 30.