Being self-employed for me does not mean an weekday 8 to 5 work schedule. For me it’s more like 9 to 9 during the week and at least a few hours on the weekend. Since M is essentially retired and around the house, my odd working hours do not really impact us and our time to do things together. If anything, I wish M would go out and do his domestic engineering tasks on his own. Seriously, I cannot imaging me ever having a strong ideas or opinions about air compressors or pressure washers, two recent purchases he felt compelled to wait for me to be available to accompany him on the final decision/purchase shopping trip.
The daily exercise has been starting to wear, though, so much so that while I was at the gym today, I sort of coasted and did only one set of this week’s routine. Usually I am all gung-ho on weekends, striving to complete three sets. The mental focus has been in disarray since Friday, and I recognize the signs of my own weakening resolve and the impetus toward self-sabotage. I decided a min-break was in order, hence the slacking and only one set today and choosing to not step-up and start working on work-work once home. Instead I am going to read and binge watch some TV that has been stacking up in our Hulu queue. There is shopping to be done – the pantry is far from bare but produce, eggs, milk, meat require replenishment. ANYTHING to keep me away from all that leftover Halloween candy; it leaves tomorrow morning for a couple of offices where I will be working.
It feels kind of good to give my brain and my body a respite. I get into go mode and forget what it’s like to just veg out with a beach book or watching new fall TV episodes. M is puttering around outside in the rain – a welcome change from the endless sun and droning drought messages – and all three cats are snoozing on the deck and away from the weather. All is well in our little world.