Still reading, but in a pretty distracted way, and mostly just on my short commute.
Vacation planning and house hunting, both of which are time sinks of the highest order.
Cleaning closets, which while mildly satisfactory, the pleasure of giving away all my excess is shortlived, as its absence is barely noticeable in the sea of stuff amid which I live.
Moping, not excessively, but more than I ought to.
Composing blog posts in my head, but then forgetting to actually write them, as if the process of thinking them through were a sufficient mental exercise, and the act of writing them superfluous.
Replaying Assassin's Creed II in the belief that it is valid preparation for our upcoming trip to Italy, to familiarize ourselves with the streets and landmarks of Venice, Florence, ...
Not MOOCing, at least not since I completed a course on the world of wine, from grape to glass, even though I'm enrolled in a fiction writing MOOC — although I did watch The Beach, as "research," because the course featured insight from Alex Garland.
Not colouring either, and not watching Mad Men anymore, which makes me sad.
Trying hard to be nice, but allowing myself to think nasty, spiteful thoughts.
Stressing on behalf of my daughter, to ease her stress about year-end provincial ministerial exams along with all the other stresses of being 12.
Shopping, mostly for the kid because she won't stop growing, and also for a fancy dress and sneakers in preparation for grade 6 prom(!) (which went swimmingly yesterday).
Stressing about all of it, about work, about life in general, about getting my shit together and the prospect of buying and moving into a new house.
Wandering aimlessly, which allows me also to devote time to several of the tasks noted above.
Drinking Italian wine, of which I've never been a great fan, in order to prime my palate and develop an appreciation for it.
Dreaming strange dreams, like how the plane was landing in Skopje instead of Venice, and my phone needed charging but I'd gotten the day wrong so I hadn't had time to get a plug adaptor. I had to look up Skopje when I woke up.
Remembering to breathe.
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Very busy you are! I had to laugh at "Composing blog posts in my head, but then forgetting to actually write them, as if the process of thinking them through were a sufficient mental exercise, and the act of writing them superfluous." I do that all the time with blog posts but mostly emails and letters and then weeks go by and I realize I never actually wrote that email or letter. Do keep remembering to breathe, that's an especially important one :)
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