Kinda wound up. Pretty sleepy, but not really tired at all. Kinda tired, but not really sleepy at all.
Perusing old emails that made me think of how things used to be. Remember journal entries that remind me of more recent past.
Flipping between several tabs, all the same websites I visit all the time.
Full from delicious appetizers, happy from several glasses of wine, satisfied from s’mores.
Should I get up and work out? Should I sleep in? Should I get up without an alarm and plan a work out if I get up in enough time? Have go to “in” tomorrow from 1:30 or so until 5:30 or so (“Annie, Annie, are you okay?!”)
Yawning.
Should drink more water. How do I count the points for tonight? Do I sorta count them, as I sometimes do? No idea how much I ate tonight. Not TONS, but not all WW-friendly. Whatever. So worth it. So much fun.
Don’t have a current book that I want to read. Should have one soon at the library. Have one on my bedside table. Want something new. Could go read.
Have a knitting project I’m working on. Have others I could work on (say, before July 22nd??). Could clean. Could sit here and write random blogs about nothing.
Told someone today that my blog was just my own personal brain dump. Once I got it out here, it was done. … And the real serious stuff I write in my journal. Only I see that. That’s the deep, deep stuff.
I’m sure if I went and brushed and washed, I’d feel better would feel closer to bedtime.
Hard not to remember the good. Hard to forget the not so good.
Where’s the balance? How is it supposed to be?
