Today felt a lot longer than Tuesdays usually do. I didn’t sleep well, which I imagine is part of it, and it took me a while to wake up. And most of the day seemed to go on strictly Sisyphean tasks; laundry when more clothes will be worn, dishes when more meals will be cooked and eaten, cleaning the litterboxen, and on and on. It was raining this morning, which was actually kind of lovely, and I wasn’t able to make it out for that; in fact, with one thing and another, I wasn’t able to make it out until after dark, which always feels a little as if it doesn’t quite count.
Still. I did make it out, and the house is cleaner than yesterday.
I’m hoping to sleep better tonight (a goal which I am sure I will get to a lot more quickly if I stop typing, but I also want to get this finished), and for tomorrow… not sure. Thinking I may need to start blocking out specific chunks of time for specific tasks in order to keep the day from slipping away.
On the plus side, the collaborative writing project I’m in seems to have started slowly unstalling itself, which is nice. Touch wood and hope it carries on.