Another week ahead, the last few have been chock full, maybe this one won’t be, I’m not so sure. Wouldn’t be the worst if it were, this past year has already been a crash course into how to cram more into the twenty four hours we’re given. Now I’ve just got to squeeze a few more in. I think I should sleep less, that’d help things along.

I like to think of the evenings, the time after Roby’s gone to bed, as productive times. They aren’t. That is a delusion. My brain us fried after waking up early, doing a day of creative work, and everything that comes in it. If I’m lucky and the weather is nice I’ve spent some time in the shop too, that doesn’t help me regain focus in the evening. Not. At. All.

If I had my first choice I would watch a movie a night while drinking an old fashioned and smoking my pipe, and that’s it. Even writing the blog might go, honestly. But the blog is some attempt at feeling productive at night, even if that productivity is spooling out a not insignificant amount of stream of consciousness nonsense and stacking some make believe currency in a game I’m not even sure I want to play any longer. 

So it goes.