I have written many times about my distaste for the whole “Spring Forward, Fall Back” thing. I tried something new and went to bed an hour earlier last night, and that seems to have mitigated the damage to my circadian rhythms. I’ve still “lost” an hour, to be found again in November, but, at least today, I feel all right.
On to the update:
- Write 30 minutes a day: Done.
- Read 30 minutes a day: Did this a couple of days. Mary left the house the other day and left the Kindle behind, and when I went to read, I saw that the battery was almost completely drained. Oh well. The Kindle app for the desktop works well, though.
- Decrapulate office: I had been doing pretty well until the lawyer called and told us she had her copier ate the last page of my Power of Attorney, and we went into a dead panic looking for the original. Turns out it was in the last place we expected it to be: in the strongbox where it belongs. But, to my credit, I cleaned up after myself.
This past Wednesday was Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent. It’s a season of penance, almsgiving, and self-denial that prepares us for Easter (and, this year, Mary’s birthday!). Typically, the self-denial comes in giving something up. Last year, a friend of mine gave up Facebook for the season. I thought that was a great idea, so I gave it up this year. I never realized how much time I spent on it until I gave it up and found myself with about three extra hours a day. At this rate, I might not go back. I know all of the social media gurus insist that writers need a presence there because EEEEVERYONE is on Facebook, but at this point, it’s preventing me from doing more productive stuff. Besides, I’m still on Twitter.
Until next week, straight ahead.