Work

Work is definitely getting in the way of my leisure/painting/running time. It used to be that at 5 or 6 clock, I was just getting "geared up" for the night. I always considered myself more of a night person than a morning person. That changed when I had children and has never returned. Now that I'm, ahem, older, it's gotten ridiculous. After an 8 hour day, I'm done! In the wintertime, it's jammy time after work. (Pathetic). At least in the summer, the daylight prods me into staying dressed and active, but I'm usually pretty tired. I've been working quite a bit these last two weeks and haven't gotten a lot else done. The house is a wreck, I have 3 almost finished paintings in the studio, and my running! Fughetaboutit! I had planned on running this morning, but my slug-side came out again and told me that I could run after work. I cheerily went along with that idea, but YOU KNOW that at six o'clock, I'll have another excuse. At least maybe I can trudge in to the Y and get on a machine if I don't run. (Though that doesn't even sound appealing now, let alone at six.)