I always have a lot of trouble with the time changes. I can’t get to sleep until what was, last week, the normal time, and I’m getting up early, and the resultant sleep deprivation is catching up with me.
Yesterday morning, I went out for a dawn walk in order to wake up properly (and of course dawn was late), and saw these handsome birds.
Then I went on up to the store. I rearranged books, a soothing activity, and worked with customers, and found (in the course of intermittent SEO) a local $2.75 million grant, and spent some time strategizing about how we might help that school meet their needs. I read about a guy in our industry in Chicago who decided to “go where the money is” and now focuses almost exclusively on helping people spend their grant money. Having worked on a number of grants in the past, I know that it truly can be burdensome to get all those funds spent, and I think we could be useful and profitable in that area. I also found a cool new SEO idea I’m looking forward to trying out.
Then came the rehearsal of the choirlet. We worked on our music for Holy Week and then tried out some Pentecost hymns written by women. If for some odd reason (say, the confluence this year of Mother’s Day and Pentecost; that did it for us) you are looking for such things, I am happy to say that there is some beautiful stuff out there.
We also drank tea and chatted, and that was fun.
We’re having trouble with our domestic arrangements chez fibermom. With my extreme schedule (have you noticed that I am having an extreme schedule here?), I am out every night this week and many other weeks, too. The boys work shifts like 2:30-7:00 or 4:00 to 11:00, so they often aren’t home for dinner. Then, at 9:30 or 10:00, when we all are in the same place, we are all hungry. It seems pointless to have dinner at that time. Not to mention the poor straggler coming in after the late shift.
I thought the slow cooker would be the perfect solution, since people could just eat whenever they happened to get home, but all my menfolks are opposed to the slow cooker. My sister, last time we talked about this, didn’t cook at all, but just let her kids find some cheese and crackers or something. It has been a long time since we talked about this, I must say, but that approach hasn’t been popular here either.
When you are having an extreme schedule and the browsing and sluicing are a bit sketchy and there is a rising tide of clutter and detritus throughout the house, it is more difficult to face temptations and continue reading about the end of the world, or at least the species, instead of curling up with a good murder mystery.
I’m not complaining. I am as happy as a somewhat sleep-deprived clam. But I need to readjust my schedule a bit.