Reestablishing order after two months of overwork/confusion. Having moderate success.
I destroyed my sleep schedule staying up past 1am for most of March and April. Last night I went to bed at 10:30pm and managed to fall asleep before midnight. Woke at dawn and went to the gym (exercise being another thing that slipped in March).
I tried this a couple of weeks ago, only to lie awake for many hours before conking out. That particular morning, I made it to the gym at 6am, did a relatively light workout for 45 minutes, and almost fainted. The solicitous YMCA staff handed me fruit juice and commented on my corpse-like pallor until I was stable enough to drive home.
Today went a lot better. I was able to complete my workout without Juicy Juice resuscitation and feel it’s a good start to restoring a better sleep cycle. I’m also back to making lists and plans, I’ve constructed my pile of Books to Read Soon, and I had a productive morning getting back to my next novel, which I hope to finish oh, who the hell knows. I’m having crazy fun writing this one, and since it’s set in the 17th century, it only makes sense to fire up my 8.7-day-long Itunes Baroque Era Classical Supermix.
So for now I’m back to a regular schedule, and schedules — even when I fail to keep them 100% sacred — are the only way that I reliably get things done.
- Lose some fat
- Build some muscles (I like to pronounce that with a hard C)
- Work on my next novel and overdose on Corelli, Handel, et al.
- Read a bunch of books
- Prepare for pumpkin-growing season
- Hang a thing on the wall
- I forget; I need to refine my lists