Work has properly calmed down, which is so nice – getting our big release out the door has taken a ton of pressure off everyone and it was VERY MUCH NEEDED FOR ALL OF US. My hours are normal again and I don’t want to smack everyone around, which is good.

I am still under budget for the month, which is excellent, and as of this morning, I am looking at 4,952 days until retirement. (Seems low, but OK!) Not too terrible, but also, come onnnnn Power Ball!

House is still in good shape – still recovering from the last two hell months of work and really only hitting the basics, but it’s still repairperson ready and I am really proud of myself for that.

Health! Guess who went out and walked for a half hour today! And it felt great! AND WHY DO I NOT DO THIS EVERY DAY IT FELT GREAT?!?!?

I am dealing with a bit of paralysis right now, tho – I can go one of three ways after I finish this post – have something to eat, do some yoga, or hit up today’s to do list. None is more important than the others and my brain is kinda frozen on that decision.

Then I realized I MUST do the cold brew for tomorrow NOW. I ran the dishwasher with the pitchers first thing this morning for exactly this reason.

Jumped up, got the grounds in the pitchers, realized the Brita needed refilling, filled it and set the timer (it fills slooooow) and then the “take your covid test” alarm went off, did that and set another timer. First timer went off, first coffee pitcher filled, Brita refilled, timer set again, and then the “Roomba Check” alarm went off, cat dishes moved for Iggy, Brita timer rings, see that it still needs one more refill, do that, set timer again. Finally get second pitcher filled and in the fridge, refill the Brita AGAIN and set the timer AGAIN cause the cat’s water fountain needs to be topped off, too. Covid test timer goes off, NEGATIVE, YAY! And then the Brita timer went off, water fountain topped off, Brita refilled one last time so it’s ready to go whenever needed for the rest of the day.

Some days I am really good about noticing, “Oh the Brita is getting low, I need to top it off” and other days it’s, “Fuck, it’s near empty and I need it full RIGHT NOW.”

But that little burst was good, cause I am ready to keep moving now – gonna put on some tunes, knock out the dailies, and then I can do yoga while the ballgame is on.

So, let’s see if we can’t make this chart a little better looking;

HA! I got distracted and forgot to actually hit post. In that time, all the dailies are off the list, plus a couple extras. Now the question is, yoga or a snack first?