You can probably guess how I spent my day. If you guessed that I spent it in meetings, you were correct (and you don't get a prize because no one gets a prize for something so obvious). I got up early enough that I was able to do an hour of work at my home desk before leaving for the office, and then I took a lyft to work because I'd left my car there last night and I was running too late to walk there.
I had meetings straight from nine to six; some of them were contentious-ish, and all of them were relatively important, which meant that I had no time for lunch (I told my 1pm meeting that I was going to be late just so I could grab some food). When I came home, I probably should have worked, but I refused to - instead, I finished unpacking from Iowa, did a couple of loads of laundry, and texted with [censored]. I also spent 25mins untangling three necklaces that had gotten hopelessly tangled months ago - it was incredibly gratifying to succeed, so at least I've accomplished something worthwhile this year.
I ended the night with wine, a music station called 'post-apocalyptic electronic wasteland', and my journal...so I'm feeling more relaxed than I did (albeit sadder than I was; I've been avoiding my journal since Uncle Mark died, but I had to confront at least the uppermost tip of that emotional iceberg at some point). And now it's time for bed - goodnight!
I had meetings straight from nine to six; some of them were contentious-ish, and all of them were relatively important, which meant that I had no time for lunch (I told my 1pm meeting that I was going to be late just so I could grab some food). When I came home, I probably should have worked, but I refused to - instead, I finished unpacking from Iowa, did a couple of loads of laundry, and texted with [censored]. I also spent 25mins untangling three necklaces that had gotten hopelessly tangled months ago - it was incredibly gratifying to succeed, so at least I've accomplished something worthwhile this year.
I ended the night with wine, a music station called 'post-apocalyptic electronic wasteland', and my journal...so I'm feeling more relaxed than I did (albeit sadder than I was; I've been avoiding my journal since Uncle Mark died, but I had to confront at least the uppermost tip of that emotional iceberg at some point). And now it's time for bed - goodnight!
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