Sunny, Warm, Busy

I’m about to head out for a new daily ritual: walking to the closest Starbuck’s for a latte. It’s 1.7 miles away, giving me a 3.4 mile roundtrip walk. I’m hoping this, combined with my walks at Powder, Shaw, the Gardens, and other favorite places, will help me get back into shape for some more serious walking in the Spring. And I need to lose weight; I feel like playdough, fresh out of the can.

I’m also trying to establish a routine in order to make better use of my time and be able to meet my obligations. When you work at home, you can easily lose track of time. However, if you establish a routine of getting up at a certain time, logging into work on schedule, taking true breaks during the day, and limiting one’s free roaming on the internet–including weblogging–one can get a lot done.

Did I happen to mention limiting one’s weblogging?

If I haven’t been giving any detail on jobs or professional writing, it’s because I would rather discuss ongoing tasks once they are completed. I don’t want to jinx the efforts by talking about them ahead of time.

It’s a lovely day here today, in this our up swing of what’s become our winter cycle of warm days followed by freezing temperatures followed by warm and so on. Rumor has it the crocus are up in spots. I can’t believe that Spring is almost here.

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2 Responses to Sunny, Warm, Busy

  1. Kevin Murphy says:

    My crocus are up in my sunny front and when I’m home tomorrow I hope to catch them open. The ones in the shade in the back are still hiding.

  2. AKMA says:

    Sadly, I feel like playdoh that’s been left out of the can for a while; it’s beginning to congeal on me. Your good example will help remind me what I need to do — thanks!

    P.S. You spell-checker thought that I must mean “I feel like Plato.” I admire its intelligence (that seems like a more obvious auditory mistake than a literary one), but I can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel to be Plato.