Today, is the most Monday of Monday’s I’ve had in while.
I woke up before 7 and fed the cat, went to the bathroom. You know… I went back to bed and cuddled Nick until almost 9. Finally, I got up, made a parfait and then sat around until almost 10.
I forced myself to go for a walk but about 20 min into what was supposed to be 40 min, I got thirsty and went home for some water. I ordered coffee…. and waited. It wasn’t until 11 or so that I finally sat down at my desk to do some work.
11:50 and my watch suggests I should stand up. So I do. I go switch some laundry around, pick some packages off the front porch, and open some mail. Back to my desk. 30 min later. I decide I want to work out again. I’m finally feeling more awake.
So I decide to try a beginners step aerobics. I suck. But I did 20 min. Until my legs were cramping and my arms were actually getting tired.
I then spent 20 min trying to decide what I should make for lunch, get distracted on my phone… realize it’s 1:30 now. I’m planning on doing lunch at 2 and for Christ sakes I should do something more between now and then.
So I sit down to write something here. I realize I don’t like any of my drafts, my ideas for drafts, or anything else for that matter.
And here we are.
Despite hating it this morning now I really want to go for a walk. I should change over the laundry, do some dishes, tidy up, shower, make a phone call for a house project, decide where two yard plants are going, and work on my project for class… but instead I’m acting like an ass.
I’m going to go make lunch and hope for a more productive afternoon.
Coffee & Conundrums 