I kinda, sorta began to figure out how to reorganize my schedule to make the most out of it. I’m not working three days in the middle of the week, which leaves me with the weekend and the two days surrounding it to get most of my work done. The trouble has been that I have a hard time getting work done on the weekends. So, I needed to figure out how to fix that. I needed a plan.

My plan now is to exercize on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, to write and read on those days, too, and to not give myself shit about not getting anything productive done on the three days I work. If I can get four days of solid work for school and my personal life done each week, then I think I stand a good shot of keeping up.

Problem is, unless I get this stuff done in the mornings, before the day really starts, I’m usually out of luck.

There seems to be this inability on my part to get any serious work done once Stephanie is up and about each day. It’s like I need the whole house to myself. But really, it shouldn’t have anything to do with her because she just goes about her own business, getting her own stuff done. I don’t know what it is. I know it’s something I need to fix.

Anyway, I’m going to get to bed now before my desire to check in on the Sox game causes me more misery.