The point

You'll be delighted to learn that I fixed my flat tire. However, I didn't identify a sharp object embedded in the tire that caused the flat so I am concerned I'll flat again...but what can you do? I'm on the fence about new tires, but shouldn't those three flats in a row convince me? Probably. 

Was this blog ever interesting? Years ago at a blogger meetup I was talking to this guy and it became clear that he didn't read my blog. It used to be a funny thing where I might start telling a story but realized the person I was talking to was quite familiar with everything I was saying already! Well, this was like the opposite of that. I sort of expected him to know a little bit about my life. I can't remember if I straight out asked if he read the blog but he sort of exploded with "I don't, I don't read it!" And I remember saying, fine, of course, but what is the problem? I think he'd been a reader and even used to comment, so I didn't understand why he stopped. And he said something like, "I can't take it! It's too much!" I had no idea what to say to that. These days, I guess it's too little and too much. It's the drudgery of daily working from home life. Not enough variety. Not enough talking to people. Not enough stimulation. Or something. 

What is my usual day like? I might wake up around 5am and read then fall back asleep. Then I really wake up around 7am. If I have my phone nearby, I'll work on the NYT crossword puzzle (if I haven't already finished it). I scroll through different social media sites. I listen to the radio. I intend to get up. Sometimes I'll stay in bed until 9/9:30/10am. Usually Jimmy is already up, but sometimes he'll be in bed on his phone too. We might talk. If I have a book I really like going, I may read for a while. I finally get up, do my morning routine. I'll then make coffee. Sometimes I'm not at my desk until 11am. I feel like this is very wrong. I am behind on some work tasks but also it doesn't seem to matter. I want to do better. I need to get up earlier. For a while, I was doing yoga in the morning and I really enjoyed it. All that time in bed, I could be working, or doing yoga, or riding my bike...but if I'm working earlier in the day, I can finish up earlier. Seems like common sense. Ironically (?), I get up a lot earlier on the weekends so I can go on a bike ride or visit the farmer's market. Today was middling--I was up around 9:00 am and ready to work by 9:20--because I thought I had a 9:30 meeting. But I didn't. I had an 11:30 meeting. So I went downstairs and made the coffee for Jimmy and me. I reheated my oatmeal and read a book while I ate it. I fixed my flat tire. Got back to work by 11am. I am just shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all. Perhaps I need to start going to the office occasionally. 

Grateful for: reflection.