While some of us have spent the weekend lounging…
…Others have been diligently working.
This weekend marks the first in years that I can remember not stepping foot out of the house. Very unlike me, I’ve spent Saturday and Sunday AM holed up in my house, working away. The last of my freelance work is due Jan. 14, and so I’m in the thick of major video editing. Of course, I needed to have my daily bout of procrastination, and here it is–in blog form.
In my time spent solo, I’ve learned a few things:
1. Living alone can produce paranoia–especially if you’re choking on something. Something went down the “wrong tube” yesterday, and I spent the evening inducing vomiting and slugging down honey. Turns out my home remedies only made things worse. I’m pretty sure my throat’s been scratched.
2. Working out in little clothing reduces sweat. I’ve started this year off with a bang and joined the INSANITY! bandwagon. My first workout, though extremely fatigue producing, went well. It’s refreshing to work out in a sports bra and shorts, and no one around to give an eff. Here’s to not passing out on Day 2!
3. My cat is becoming an old man. The ever-handsome Scone doesn’t exhibit his sweetness of yesteryears. If anything, he’s getting crochety-er (if that’s even possible) and very erratic. He insists on being near me, but then proceeds to bite my hand. His 8th-or-9th birthday (his real age is unknown) is fast approaching, and I wonder if this is what old age does to a feline? Share your advice with me, please.
4. My hands are in need of something new. When this project is over, I must return to some crafting. It’s been an age since I’ve created something I loved. Me time, please!
What do you learn from time spent alone?