Getting Shit Done

Considering how tired I was when I woke up this morning, a level of tired not ameliorated by a nap at 10 am, today was an amazingly productive day.

Went to yoga, had lunch with Shelley and M-C, did some chatting and writing with Jennifer, cleaned the bathrooms, cooked up a storm. Tidied. A lot.

How I can tell yesterday was a bad day? When I got home in the wee smas after a very fun time dancing at the Snowblower party, the house was a mess. My mess. I hadn't done a bunch of dishes, only the perishable groceries had been put away, I had pairs of slippers all over the place, the Globe was piled up on top of the phone books that had been sitting in the front hall for a week.

I hate that. So I fixed it.

I'm not entirely sure what's gotten into me, but I am in full force domestic mode.

It happens to a certain degree every winter, but this winter, feels like all I want to do is cook big meals and feed people. I joke that my brother got all the maternal instinct in my family, but I think I've got a streak of it in there. It's just narrow and loopy and comes out in fits and starts.

Tonight, considering how tired I am now that the day is over, I'm going to take the garbage out, see if CT is online and maybe chat him up a bit, and go to bed. My plan is to have lights out by 10:30, unconscious by 11. Getting sleep done.