Retraining my brain. Saturdays were always chore days. Do dishes, laundry, vacuum, you working stiffs know the drill. Sundays were my visit my grandson, after teaching lessons and hiking with the dogs day. Usually, if not heading into Boston, a “putter” day to gear up for Monday. Total discombobulation. Saturday I spent with my son and grandson. Sunday lesson cancelled, so hiked with the dogs, only to have one go temporarily AWOL. Two hours later than hoped we head home.
Brain to Miki. Get to work. Do the dishes. Wash that filthy window. Split the firewood. Get the laundry hung. “Whoa” brain I says. Chill. Tomorrow is another day. No need to panic. Chores don’t have a Sunday evening deadline. You got this. Going to take some training. Think I shall do the dishes and wash that window.
Perhaps Mondays should be my days off? Always thought it the best day off. But, will that make Tuesday, Monday? Lest you, or I, thought I cheated and took a weekend. Saturday was spent working on my “romance novel” working title Gone Away. Loosely based on years of fox-hunting and more than half way finished. Also, as one does need a back up, worked on my resume. There is no such thing as “age discrimination” and no insider trading. Not much optimism that a strong resume will really help. One should have a back up plan I suppose.
Self Employed Again 