I slept for more than 9 hours last night, and until this evening when we go out to a Christmas party, I have nothing clamoring for my attention. I’ve barely had a moment to breathe since December started, but for now all of the big projects are in a bit of a holiday lull. I’ve got dozens of smaller items on my to do list, both business and personal, but nothing that is looming over me, fangs dripping, like this.
I don’t have any idea what to do. I’d like to get back to Breezeway — I haven’t written a word since Dec. 2 or so — or hit the treadmill for a bit, but I’m still groggy from all the extra sleep. I’ve been running on 5-6 hours most nights for the last few weeks, even on weekends, because I’ve been traveling back and forth to California and my body clock is all screwed up, and after going to bed at a normal time and sleeping late I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.
Maybe I need some cookies. And more coffee.