It’s 1am. Phillip and I are in the car, zipping around downtown Minneapolis. I ramble: “…tomorrow I will go out less, crack down, stay home and focus. From now on. Seriously.”
Phillip lets me ramble, but doesn’t believe it.
This was another cluttered week of work, exercise, dating, and reconnecting with long-neglected friends. Pictures!
This week was fabulous and glamorous…well, besides the part where the dogs and I got caught in a rain storm.
We dive into my car and the dogs launch their hairs and funk all over the back seat. I was enraged. Violence ensued. I’ll forgive them someday. Maybe.
Like Oscar Wilde and Truman Capote, the increased social life was disastrous for my writing schedule. I walk the dogs, go to work, walk the dogs again, spend the night on a date or with friends, return home, rewalk the dogs and fling myself into bed, just to repeat it all in the morning. This week was exciting and exhausting. I need a warm glass of milk and a pat on the head.
My goal for this coming week is to be more generous with myself: more sleep, dog time, quality writing time, photo editing, exercise, etc. I suspect that the bulk of my faux-friends will drop out, but my close friends and dating potentials will stick around…possibly, maybe…
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