As my long-time readers know, I dislike Sundays. Sunday is always a day of battles between my slacker self, who wants to play and have a day off, and my whip-cracking puritanical self, who is appalled at how little I've accomplished over the weekend.
So here's how the balance sheet stands.
- I did not finish all the reading for my classes this week, as I had challenged myself to do. I have not even finished all the reading for Tuesday's classes. But there is still time left before I sleep. (and Monday, of course, but the whole idea was to leave Monday clear for other things)
- I did not work on my article, not even 30 minutes.
- My home office is still in a horrible state.
- I finally spent some time with my now-healthy gf -- we saw three movies this weekend to make up for the past couple weeks of no-movies.
- I talked on the phone to four long-distance friends, one of whom is dealing with a terrible family crisis. I was glad she felt she could call me. I'm glad I could help her, as much as anyone could under the circumstances.
- I cleaned up the common areas of the house.
- I started on the reading for my classes.
- I cooked a big pot of spaghetti sauce which will cover us for a couple of days.
- I did lots of laundry.
- I did some household errands.
- I reviewed a project for my gf which I'd been promising to help with.
- I consulted with a colleague via phone about some initiatives in the department.
- I did some planning for an upcoming project.
- I read some things for fun.
- I got some extra sleep.
Although the positive list looks longer, I value some of its items a lot less than those that didn't get done.
Well, there's always Monday:
- finish the reading for Tuesday's classes
- WORK ON ARTICLE
- pay bills and deal with financial crap
- nurse my still-hurting ankle so I can get back to yoga on Tuesday.