Feet (Getting back on them)

So this week so far has not been as good as the weekend. (Big surprise!)

Saturday wasn't a crazy time or anything, in fact the main event included hauling this really weighty cedar chest from one apartment to the other, creating yet another mess in my old place from all of the random papers and projects that had been stowed away in said chest for the past 2 years (the thing would have been completely unwieldy had I left all these packed in there).

After some needed relaxation, I became truly disgusted with all my messiness, and decided I needed to clean at least one room. I opted, for some reason, for the kitchen.

But the Saturday story ends well, because, after 4 or so hours, I had washed all the dishes, scrubbed the counters, cleaned the microwave, cleared and cleaned the table top, 3times mopped and shined the floor, and started what will be a multi-day process of de-junkifying the stove top (trust me, this took up 90 minutes or so on it's own - with minimal progress actually being made on it). The result - an impeccably clean room in an otherwise disaster of an apartment.

Sunday was an even better day, because it was Father's Day and I was meeting M&K for an early dinner. I slept in, stopped at Starbucks (broke me got the sweetened iced coffee instead of the white mocha) and traveled north to the cabin. I got there in time to catch up about the week after the wedding, and enjoyed M's dismay when we got to the restaurant and the only non-meat entre was the plate of onion rings (I opted for the salad bar instead). After dinner, we got the movie Dan in Real Life to watch, which was adorable and had great people in it like the lady who plays Holly on the US version of The Office and the lady who played Susan on Friends. After sampling the evening cartoon lineup, we just sat outside on the porch and talked. It was so nice!

This week, however, has been a tough one. I have had so much trouble sleeping at night and waking up in the morning! On Monday I arrived 2 or 3 minutes late for my first meeting of the day, on Tuesday I barely worked from home, and on Wednesday, I actually told S, "I hate going to work," evening though what I meant was, 'I hate having this dysfunctional morning schedule that makes me crabby everday before work.'

Tomorrow I have an early morning meeting, so I really need to get out of this funk (today I got to sleep somewhere between 4:30 and 5:30 in the morning). What I wouldn't give right now to be one of those automatically or regimented-through-discipline persons (I am thinking of my freshman buddy P and the gentleman in my life junior year that we lovingly know as "pre-med") who can "turn-off" at midnight and wake up by 7 the next day no matter what. I might sell a soul or two to be, beyond that, the kind of person who only needs 5 hours of sleep a night, and who can get in a gym workout or class before their shower, coffee, full breakfast, and morning devotions before getting into work at 8am like clockwork. Aah, if only I weren't so fortunuate as to have these petty issues be my only problems, right?

So this week is plodding along - hopefully things will start looking up, as I need to browse for fold-up deck furniture some time soon (MORE IKEA!) and I will be cavorting with JJ this weekend to do a healthcare day of service a few towns away (TRAVEL/VOLUNTEERISM/JJ!).

Before I know it, I will moved in, my bare feet on my deck, sitting on my fold-up deck chair, morning coffee in hand, planning the outfit I plan to wear (by outfit, I mean lame costume I am too old for) to the Harry Potter movie with JJ and L. Before I know it, so I plan to hang in there, and not sweat the small stuff (and wake up on time!).

Hope all is well in the land of other people. It's a sunny day, and I've got the "Heroes in the fight" mug on my desk, so all is truly well here.