Saturday morning, and I slept late. Yesterday was–well, I shouldn’t say wasted, but I spent most of the day dealing with the crisis that arose over the week and was thus unable to work at home, write, clean, or do much of anything. I started the laundry yesterday morning and wasn’t able to get back to it until we got home, and by then it was almost eight, so I was up until eleven finishing the bedding. I also managed to do some picking up around here in the morning before leaving the house, but there’s a lot still to be done. I have to empty the dishwasher and refill it to do another load and empty the sinks. The recycling needs to go out, and I still need to finish unpacking Paul from last weekend, and get that stuff out of the living room so I can get back to work on the floors. I need to write a lot this weekend; I need to edit and revise a short story for a deadline tomorrow. The house is a disaster area and that needs to be rectified today if it kills me (it won’t).
I did have the time to read some more of Evan Hunter’s Last Summer, and I am slowly being sucked into the story, and there’s this dark sense of foreboding which is absolutely marvelous, stylistically. I am looking forward to finishing reading it today between chores and writing and things, and then I am going to read something a little heavier, I think. I really need to get back on the reading horse. I am going to clear out some books for the library sale today too, I think; I am feeling like I want my life to be more uncluttered, and I know I am. never going to read all these books I have on hand. I feel like the disappearance of my anxiety thanks to medications (it’s not completely gone, it will never be completely gone, but it doesn’t control me anymore) has also freed me from the need to be surrounded at home by piles and stacks of books that have overflowed out of the bookcases, which are also stuffed to capacity.
Sparky also wreaked havoc on the kitchen while we were gone yesterday, so I have to kind of put my workspace and the kitchen back together this morning, too. Heavy heaving sigh. I was exhausted when I got home last night, though–to give myself a little credit and not be so hard on myself. I’ve also not eaten a whole lot over the last couple of days, which is not a good thing physically even if it means I dropped a couple of pounds or so. I need to get back to the gym to do my exercises to keep strengthening my arm and shoulder, and gradually return to a normal workout for me. I definitely need to redo my to-do list for the week, and I also need to focus today. It would be ridiculously easy to just blow off the entire day today, but that isn’t in the cards–I can’t start my work week Monday this far behind on everything, as tempting as it is to just sit in my chair with my coffee and Last Summer this morning. For one thing, I slept late so got a late start on the day–and now my sleep schedule has been disrupted by going to bed so late last night and getting up late this morning.
Okay, this mess isn’t going to clean itself up anytime soon, so I am going to make this brief and head into the spice mines. Have a lovely Saturday, Constant Reader, and I will most likely be back later.
Queer and Loathing in America 