I'll be back

I haven't been nearly as poignant as I would prefer to have been this week.  Nor as prolific.  Though the two are sometimes exclusive of each other, so perhaps that's a good thing.

Fact is, it's crazy busy at work these days with no sign of letting up.  Not to infer, at all, that I do most of my blogging from work and am only somewhat hamstrung in my posting due to a general sense of overwhelmedness (not a word) and dearth of free time at my desk.  I'd hate for somebody I work with (or, gasp!, work for) to read this and think me a slacker.

No, it's just that I've been spending 10 - 12 hour days here at work and then taking a couple hours home with me a few nights a week so I'm feeling a little frazzled.

The early mornings I've been spending here used to be my time at the gym, which also frustrates me no end.  The days leading up to Hallowe'en are NOT the best time not to be getting a regular workout.  (Given my penchant for all things chocolatey and the abundance of said things strewn about with reckless abandon at anything even resembling an office environment during this month.)  My tummy tells me so and so do, by association, the notches on my belt.

My mental free time has pretty much been restricted to that time between my son's bedtime and my own, which generally encompassed that space on the clock demarcated by 8.30 and 10 PM.  This, then, is generally occupied by doing up the day's dishes, checking my Email one last time and wondering if I should mindlessly surf the channels for half an hour before nodding off, forgetting to brush (or floss) my teeth and then shuffling in to join my wife in bed so I can get up again at quarter past five.

First step in some sort of remediation of this situation is not to sleep in some more, but to reestablish the habit of getting back to some morning exercise regimen.  And taking less work home with me.

So let it be written, so let it be done.

Then I can be all chipper and inspired to tell the internet about the steps to extroversion I took during my junior high trip to China; the big bear hug I shared with the company CEO in the men's washroom one Tuesday morning; the adventure that has so far been my darling wife's second trimester of pregnancy; and that other iron in the fire that I'm still wondering how best to phrase with its uncomfortableness yet catharsis in being cast into the open.

I'll get back on my horse named Narcissus here right quick.

Comments

[Jim]

I'm jealous! To bed by 8:30??

But anyway ... I know what you mean. I've been pretty absent myself. I have a hard time finding time to think, and my "professional life" is currently not nearly as demanding on my time as I would like it to be. It's funny how domestic life automatically fills in any gaps that might appear in our daily schedule!

Now curious about what your other iron in the fire is ...

[Paul]

"The early mornings I've been spending here."

Busted!