I started my forty-fourth year awake. A classic case of “busy brain,” no crises but just a lot of pains in the ass rolling around in my noggin. Mostly work-related, some volunteer-related. So I’ve been up off and on; from 11:30-12:30, then from 2:45-6:00, and got up at 6:50. I figure I’m running on about four hours of sleep. Yay birthday.
Exercise today was just stretching, partly tiredness, mostly time management — I still need to do this, have breakfast, shower, and be out the door.
Happy birthday, I guess
This is not the best way to have a birthday and start a year, but there are far far worse. Hung over, fatter than I am, and so on. I might be tired, but at least I can look at myself and say I’m making positive moves this year, which is nice.
I also got a really nice card from my wife, waiting for me on my keyboard, which is awesome. Also kinda passive aggressive “you only love your computer” if I look at it a certain way, but I’m sure she didn’t mean it like that. I think she just knows I do this in the morning and wanted to surprise me.