Yesterday I did…almost nothing. I have a yard that is looking like the final scenes from A Little Shop of Horrors and the inside of my house is begging for some TLC. My podcast is sitting there, daring me to record1 and there’s a set of other things that are on the list of things to be done that I could get to. Instead, I sat on my butt.
And it was wonderful.
My weekdays end up being busy and time-crunched because of the 1.75 to 2.25 hours a day I sit in my car on the way to or from work. Taken with the 9 hours I’m at work2 plus the 8 hours I like to sleep, that doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for other things. Five hours to be precise, including the wake-up-shower-shave-dress-go period in the morning. During the weekdays, I usually stuff at least a couple workouts into those 5 hours and then I get home and [thud]. “I’ll take care of it Saturday”.
We have some idea of putting the house on the market soon. We should be putting some effort into incrementally improving the look and feel of things around. One good place to start would be the forest of poison ivy that apparently is growing up around Psyche’s grave. I itched for two weeks after we brought her home from the vet.
Instead I stuck my butt on the couch and read some books. I call that a win.