I had plans for yesterday morning. I was going to get up super early, put in a few hours worth of woke, catch a late morning nap, and then work through the rest of the afternoon. Instead, I stumbled out of bed when my alarm went off (I put my phone on our dresser across the room, so that I’d have to physically GET OUT OF BED to turn it off, which presumably would wake me up enough to keep me going), shut it off, and then went back to bed until my normal wake time.
The same thing happened this morning.
Conclusion? My body is doing good to be getting up every morning at 7:30am, so I can just kiss those thoughts of getting up at 6:00am. Man, but getting up that early is so enticing! Ungodly early? Yes. Perfect time to start work? Yes.
Oh well.
Why the sudden rush to get a bunch of shit done? Well, I’m going to the office (“the office” — that sounds so important, doesn’t it? Hah.) tomorrow, which means leaving early and probably coming back really late, so there goes Thursday. The weekend is approaching, which means doing family stuff. Then I’m leaving next Thursday morning to go to BlogHer, and I won’t be returning until Sunday night, so there goes those four days. That mainly leaves today, Friday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, to cram like two weeks worth of work into. Wish me luck!
