I would feel more guilty ...

[apocalypsos]

... about agreeing to another week of layoff if I hadn't thought as I was walking out the door, "With eight days off and sixty thousand words left in my novel, if I write five thousand words a day for the next week I could finish the damn thing by the time I have to go back to work."

And that's how I condemned myself to writing NOTHING for the next week and a half.

*headdesk*

Also, the cat's so glad to see me he immediately crawled into my lap, stretched out across my arms, and now he won't leave. Heh.