After the excitement of the weekend, it was especially difficult to get back into the normal weekly routine. Partly this was exaggerated by the fact that I left the house before the Curmudgeonly Lion which felt very strange. We’re both early risers, but I’m used to having the motivation of having to get up and get his lunch made before he has to hit the road to give my morning some momentum. It’ll take some adjustment to get used to the new way of doing things.
Maybe it was all the excitement from the weekend, or maybe it was all the candy and rich food, but I’ve been rather foggy headed all morning. I know I need to get myself organized to tackle all the things that I put off for the sake of the holiday and the arrival of the new baby ( the producer in me is secretly delighted about how punctual he was… priorities), but even after two cups of coffee I still feel like my head is in a cloud. I need to get my act together and make myself a plan so that I can follow the steps without having to think about it too much.
So that’s my day. Not the most interesting day, but that’s just how it goes sometimes.