Labor Day

It is Labor Day I am paid not work but what am I to do the festive trimmings are not attached so the perk is an useless quirk and my boring schedule quickly fills in the gaps as usual, my alarm sounds at 6am the coffee maker perks at 6:15am my rested body flings away the covers I watch the Today show while shaving fetch the newspaper, quickly scan the headlines wait, I have more time my curiosity to prime but the dog is on his normal morning schedule so I speed to the door, his bladder to mollify no fancy holiday breakfast awaits in the kitchen so, on cue, I grab an egg, poach it, down some juice my family sleeps on through the holiday mirage my engine is in overdrive, but where to go no parades, pageants append this vapid day but there is no reason to stay at home either no arriving relatives to amend the boredom still, I have one day's free pay to spend maybe, I'll take the car to the wash nah, that is a weekend ritual perhaps, I will canvas Pro Bass Shop nah, the drive is longer than my work commute OK, I will stay at home and be a utilitarian I can finish trimming the bedroom shutters but wait, I am out of that flossy white paint and didn't my wife need the car for her annual holiday shopping spree I could re-mow the lawn to give it a manicured look, but nah to labor on Labor day is too oxymoronic so I curl up in front of the TV finish watching the Today show contented with the lofty notion that I am being paid to while away the day