Feelin’ Jovani

Tuesday morning and it’s back to what passes for normal. I am up waaaaay earlier than I would prefer, and am staring down a nice day at the office.

I went to the gym yesterday afternoon. I woke up feeling tired and kind of out-of-sorts; I’m still not quite sure what that was about, but my stomach was bothering me some, and since i couldn’t seem to focus on getting anything done yesterday morning–other than some lame blog posting, and reading a bit of Bath Haus–I thought to myself, just go to the damned gym already, and on your way home detour into the Garden District and walk up Philip Street, taking some pictures for Instagram, which is precisely what I did. Lord, was it hot–I was drenched in sweat by the time I got home, and after some PediaLyte and a protein shake, I felt much better than I had before I went to the gym.

Go figure.

I also slept really well last night–I certainly wanted to keep hitting the snooze button, that’s for sure–but eventually I dragged myself out of bed and started getting ready to face the day. The extra day off, while lovely, really messed with my body clock. After the gym yesterday, and the walk home with its detour, I was too tired to do much of anything once I did get home, so I read for a little while and then we binged on Happy Endings–we still aren’t finished with it, but the third season of High Seas isn’t especially interesting, so I am not sure if we are even going to finish that at any point in time. I probably should have worked on “Never Kiss a Stranger,” but didn’t-so I will probably get back to that tonight when I get home from work. Yesterday was a do-nothing-much kind of day, and that was fine, I suppose. I didn’t get nearly as much done this weekend as I would have liked to have, but that’s every weekend, really. I tend to set the bar pretty high for what I do want to get done every weekend, and inevitably am never able to get around to any and all of it…which inevitably, while making it possible for me to get more done than I probably would otherwise, also is a bit on the self-defeating side; in which I invariably beat myself up over not getting everything done I had wanted to get done.

#madness.

It’s weird that it’s July already, weird how much faster this year is passing than last–which seemed to last forever in an endless swoop of weirdness and misery and difficulty–and at some point I shall have to assess how the weirdness of this past year affected me emotionally as well as intellectually and physically. The gym routine seems to be going well–no difficulty with any exercises, really, other than the back (I have always, and will always, hate pull-downs; I’ve never really understood why my back is so much weaker than my other body parts, and probably never will); and keeping the gym routine going hasn’t been terribly difficult. I am managing to deal with the walking to and from the gym in miserable humidity and heat thing fairly easily; and yesterday I added stretching back into the work out, which felt great–it had been a few weeks since I had done so, and my flexibility didn’t seem to suffer too terribly from the break–and so I am hopefully going to be able to make it through July and then switch to a more intense, different body part per day workout in August (chest and back one day; arms and shoulders another; and the return of the always dreaded and disliked leg day). I want to get all these odds and ends I am working on finished in July–I want to get “Stranger” finished in a first draft this week, and then get some other short stories finished–so I can focus on Chlorine in August, before moving on to other novellas and stories again in September, preparatory to writing yet another Scotty book in the last few months of this year.

We’ll see how it all plays out, won’t we?

So I am going to spend this week trying to get caught up on a lot of things, be grateful that it’s a short work week, and ease myself back into the whole working thing. Have a happy Tuesday, Constant Reader, and I’ll check in with you again tomorrow!