If We Were Having Coffee . . . (Monday Edition)

If we were having coffee, I’d order myself two coffees before I even sat down to chat.

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I’d tell you how much I hate waking up on Monday morning and not having my Monday posts scheduled. That happened to me today — has been happening to me a lot lately, and there’s been absolutely nothing I could do about it. I have my fingers crossed that things might actually level off for me this week and I can get back to blogging more consistently. I was able to post so much through the spring and summer because I have a knack for time management and I was, for the most part, able to stay ahead of the posting schedule. My problem lately is that I just haven’t had any time to manage, and when I have had a little time, my energy level has mostly been so low that I’ve spent it zoning out or sleeping.

My life has been so strange and hectic since mid-July that I’ve had to change my lifestyle a bit just to keep up. I’m sleeping more, drinking less alcohol and caffeine, and eating more sensibly than I have in ten years just to get through the day right now. Hopefully some of this stuff will turn into good habits over the long term, but I didn’t do it out of concern for my health. I did it because I had no choice. It was find some extra energy or drown.

On Saturday, I took my grandson to his first college football game. It was Boy Scout day, so he got to walk around the field and see himself on the Jumbotron before the game. It was a very memorable experience for him, I’m sure, and I was happy to take him, but the walkaround meant showing up to the game two hours early and standing around in the 4 p.m. heat for a couple of hours. By the time the kickoff rolled around at 6:30, I was already exhausted. He loved it, though, and I was happy to be able to share that first stadium experience with him. Once the sun went down, it was a perfect night to be in an outdoor arena, and I got some nice photos.

I’d thought I’d spend the day yesterday writing this post and a Doctor Who review for Part Time Monster, then catching up with some folks on the social media. Silly me. I slept until noon and spent the entire rest of the day binge-reading on the couch. Since I started blogging about 10 months ago, I’ve not read more than 20 pages of an actual book in a day, and rarely more than 5. It took me part of the spring and most of the summer to read a 1,000 page history of the Medici. I knocked out a 750-page Stephen King novel  in two days over the weekend. And I don’t feel guilty about that at all. For the first time in more two months, I feel refreshed. Really refreshed. The only thing I did this weekend that I haven’t been doing for most of those two months is read a book.

So I suppose along with eating better and sleeping more regularly, I need to pay more attention to my reading habits.

And I need a Saturday all to myself soon. I need to spend it writing blog posts and tweeting. That’s the only way I’m ever going to get back ahead of the schedule.