Friday, New Year’s Eve Eve, and all is well in the Lost Apartment. I worked late last night, so am sluggish this morning. I had wanted to run an errand this morning–grocery store or Costco–before work but I was a lag-a-bed until after ten and even now don’t feel completely awake as of yet. I can, of course, stop at Cadillac Rouse’s on my way home from work tonight, make a run somewhere tomorrow, and of course everything is open on Monday….but still. Although, really–I should have assumed/known I would sleep late this morning.
But my coffee is tasting really good this morning.
The temperature here has dropped back to the fifties; after those sparkling days in the seventies, it’s kind of a shock to the system. The forecast over the next week is also all over the place, which is pretty par for the course, I suppose, for January.
I am trying not to get too stressed about the book, which is almost finished. The long weekend should be enough for me to finish it as long as I don’t get either 1) lazy 2) a case of the “I don’t wannas’ or 3)something happens.
Heavy heaving sigh.
I still haven’t had the chance to get started reading the Pelecanos; maybe tonight I’ll have a break to read. I wish I had more time to read, really. There’s never enough time, which is one of the reasons time management improvement is absolutely necessary for me in 2017. Should I have set the alarm for seven this morning and forced myself to get up, run to the grocery store? Absolutely. Should I set the alarm for seven tomorrow morning, get up and run all errands before lunch at Commander’s Palace? I totally should; in fact, I must. If I don’t get that done before lunch tomorrow, I’ll have to carve time to do it out of my writing time the rest of the weekend, and therein lies the rub. I can sleep in on Sunday and Monday, after all; and I did this morning. I don’t need to sleep in four consecutive mornings. So, we have a winner: getting up at seven on Saturday. Hey, I can get everything done in plenty of time to be home for the start of the LSU game at eleven before heading to Commander’s.
If I don’t get lazy. Always an important caveat.
All right, on that note, it’s time to get to the spice mines.
Here’s a hunk for New Year’s Eve Eve: