Well, I’d hoped to be able to regale you with a sonnet or two tonight, dear reader, but the usual technical difficulties have prevented me from doing so. Namely, not enough hours in the day.
Today was a good day. I went to bed last night just before midnight and really enjoyed the quality time I spent with my pillows, comforter, heated mattress and open window. All night long and a little too far into the morning.
Instead of starting my day with WBGO (it’s membership and $$ drive time again, and I hate hearing people beg for money), I started with a little J.S. Bach. Mad props to Betsy Wallace for getting me that Bach compilation a couple of xmases ago. This morning it was some violin before the shower (Brandenburg Concerto, I think) and Well-Tempered Clavier afterward. I know which songs I dig, but I really should learn their names (and BVW#s as well) so that I can actually sound educated.
I rolled into work a bit later than I’d like, but then again, I usually leave a little later on Tuesdays anyway. I was relatively highly productive at work all day and met Scott at the diner for dinner. After that, my evening got away from me a little bit – I spent more time socializing at the Midland Park Starbucks and less time working than I would have liked. It’s my own fault, I’ve been taking too long getting started.
What I’d like to do is spend a little bit of time cleaning up my desk at home and writing out another list of priorities. I don’t know how good an idea that would be, given that I’m about to get wicked swamped at work. If I have a set of priorities outside of work, I may end up pushing myself too hard and getting burned. Not burned out, necessarily, but just burned.
I’ve been taking it pretty easy in the evenings during the week (though they’re booking out relatively fast this week) and trying to do the same on the weekends. Not book them out, but take it easy.
This past weekend I hit a couple of snags where I really didn’t have my usual list of things to do, so I just ended up hanging out and shooting the shit with Katie and my barber (not at the same time). Again: not a bad thing. I think that for me, it’s good (if not important) to have no place to go and all day to get there every once in a while.
But right now I have a place to go (bed) and not much time to get there. Tomorrow I’m at the driving range after work with my buddy Arthur from the Ridgewood Starbucks and Thursday evening I have a date in Nyack. Friday will find me at the Queen tribute concert with Mom, Katie and John for Mother’s Day, and I have no idea what I’m doing on Saturday. Hopefully a whole lot of nothing*. And reading in the sun while drinking coffee and possibly ignoring phone calls.
Anyway, peace out, dear reader. I hope to have some sonnets and/or haikus for you soon.
*Of course, wild passionate monkey sex (with a girl) all day and all night would be preferable.