I find it extremely amusing that this morning, with no office to go to, I woke up at 5:00 am. I was out of bed and dressed (ish) by 6:00. I was eating toast...you get the picture. And now, it's not even 8:00 am and I have accomplished the single thing on my to-do list: brush my hair.
Yesterday, with an office to go to, I woke up at 8:00. I got out of bed at 8:30, scrambled to get dressed and ready for the day, and skipped the toast.
So now I have a full day ahead of me. My options are unlimited. I could go for a long walk, take myself out for coffee. I could bake: macaroons, bread, cupcakes. I could finish reading Guns, Germs and Steel or complete my latest knitting project, a baby blanket in shades of blue.
(The baby, Jillian, was born 6 weeks ago. Ooops.)
I could play hours of Spider Solitare or read blogs until my little heart stops. I could go to the gym, I could do three hours of yoga. I could scrub every surface in our apartment until it glistens. I could start writing a salacious romance novel or a tell-all about magical rocks and blue shooters.
But I think I'll go back to bed.
1 day ago