Sunday morning and the Gregalicious slept late. I also went to bed early last night, so my body must have needed the rest. I did feel tired yesterday and even fell asleep a few times while I was watching football games yesterday. LSU played terribly but did win in the end, and Tulane played fantastic but had the game stolen from them by shitty officiating from SURPRISE! officials from their opponent’s conference and an insane, completely stupid offensive pass interference penalty that wasn’t even interference or holding to steal the tying touchdown from them in the final moments. There were some other interesting results yesterday, too, but I didn’t feel particularly into any of the games, in all honesty. I was kind of unemotional during the LSU game–the only time I actually felt any actual emotion was when that bad call was made during the Tulane-Kansas State game. Which is odd–there was one upset loss that made me laugh laugh laugh yesterday–but we’ll see how it goes next weekend, when the Tigers play at South Carolina.
I did break through the reading glass ceiling yesterday morning and tore through the ARC of Alison Gaylin’s January release, We Are Watching, and my god, that thing moves at the speed of a bullet train! I also realized that my problem with finding time to read is because my mind is still in the headspace of having to limit time doing anything because there’s so much else to do! I did my daily German lesson, too, while I was watching the Tulane game, so my Duolingo streak continues. But I’m so used to having to limit my reading time because I am a binge reader–once I get into the book I’m going to probably want to read it all the way through, and doing so usually costs me some writing time or cleaning time or something, with a million things hanging over my head. I realized yesterday morning that I can read for as long as I want whenever I want because I don’t have all those responsibilities any more. So, probably when I finis this, I can make some time to read after doing some things. I don’t know what time the Saints game is on today, and should probably check. It’s also not raining and sunny outside, for the first time in nearly a week. I do have to run an errand at some point today–I need charcoal, which I forgot to pick up the other night at the store–but I can probably get that at Walgreens and not have to get in the car.
I am probably going to work on the book today around some chores in the kitchen and finishing the dishes. I am starting to get into the swing of the weekends with very little to do and am starting to acclimate to it. It’s nice seeing how everyone else does these things, and I am also starting to realize that a lot of my tendency to being reclusive and not wanting to leave the house for anything other than work has everything to do with exhaustion, and now that I am not exhausted from everything and knowing that there was no end in sight for tasks and things, I’m thinking this may not be so bad. I just haven’t had the opportunity to really sit down and recognize that my life is different now than it was before Mom died, and the year I’d planned to spend transitioning into a normal life again was spent grieving and having surgeries of my own. It’s very weird, and I know it’s not my first time bringing it up, but I’m not used to having free time this way, and realizing if I hadn’t split up my energies the way I mostly have for the last decade or so, I could have gotten a lot more done. I don’t regret anything I’ve ever done, for any number of good reasons, but it’s still kind of odd and I do find myself wondering how did you manage to do all that, write a shit ton of books and short stories, and edit two to three manuscripts per month?
It’s a mystery to me.
But we’re supposed to have some cooler weather now that the storms from that tropical system have passed, but there’s another depression out in the Gulf just off the Yucatan with a good (70%) chance of forming into something stronger, and there are two out in the Atlantic currently. Hurricane season theoretically peaks in mid-to-late September, so we’re almost out of the woods–unless there’s a surprise in store for November. That’ll be nice and will bring the power bill down a bit (it’s been brutal this summer), which is always a plus.
And on that note, I think I am going to get cleaned up, run my little errand, and plop my ass back into my chair to get some writing work done. Have a great Sunday, Constant Reader, and I’ll see you perhaps later on.
Queer and Loathing in America 