Change is seldom easy, even when you’ve been looking forward to it. Not that I’m complaining about my new schedule, not at all. This is my second long weekend, and it’s not over yet. Tomorrow is Monday, and I don’t have to go to work, don’t have to get up at 6:15, don’t have to drive into Houston.
It’s just that I’m having my usual trouble relaxing, reminding myself that my schedule is looser now, that I don’t really have anything pressing I have to do before tomorrow.
I’ve been sleeping seven or eight hours a night, instead of the five or six I’ve been managing with for so long. I wonder how long it takes to recover from chronic sleep deprivation, and one friend tells me he’s still trying to catch up with the sleep he lost doing shift work forty years ago. Another friend, who retired from teaching to write full time a few years back, tells me I’ll soon be just as busy as I ever was. She may be right, but I’m hoping most of that busyness will be of my own choosing.
I’m still too tired to read much when I get into bed, but this afternoon I sat and read for an hour (Carl Hiaasen’s Bad Monkey)–while doing the laundry, before an hour of ironing. Some things don’t change. I haven’t cracked any of the DVD movies I’ve been saving, but I’ve caught up on a few TV shows On Demand.
We’ve gotten some rain this week, and today it was overcast, relatively cool, and extremely humid. Fortunately I mowed the lawn last Monday, but that’s about all I’ve done in the yard, except for collecting several bags of toad stools before they could spread even more spores across the lawn. And the rain woke up the mosquitos.
I’ve done some shopping, of course, some of it necessary (groceries) and some for fun (books). I’m still buying books, or downloading them to my Kindle, far faster than I’m reading them, but that’s nothing new. Last weekend I went to Barnes & Noble for several books by friends (Lady in Red by Maire Claremont, Summer Is For Lovers by Jennifer McQuiston, Spy’s Honor by Amy Raby, and Find Me by Romily Bernard), and that lovely anthology of the first five Oz books–with the original illustrations! This weekend, I went to Half Price Books and picked up the latest novels by two authors I’ve read regularly since their first books came out, Sue Grafton’s W Is For Wasted and Steve Berry’s The King’s Deception.
Yesterday I did get up at 6 AM, to make the long drive across town to the West Houston RWA meeting. My term as president is almost over–one more meeting, and some planning and paperwork to take care of, and then I can pass that on to the next board. It’s not an onerous job, but it’s time consuming, and two years is quite enough. I’m lightening the load.
I’m still a bit in vacation mode. I haven’t made appointments or plans for any of those easier-done-on-a-weekday projects I’ve been saving. But I’m working on my latest writing project again, and I have eight pages to read to my critique group tomorrow evening.
And lots of books to read.