First Day Off in a While

I've had a pretty good day today. I woke up around 8 after going to bed early. Well, let me back up. I went to dinner with my brother and sister. Then I drove home and decided to get into bed rather than turning on my laptop, which lead to me going to bed around 10:30 rather than staying up too late, so that's why I woke up at 8.

After laying around for a little while, I managed to get the following done before noon:
-Cleaned 2 bathrooms, including toilets
-Scooped the cat boxes (well, only one box actually because they only used one for some reason? not sure why)
-Replaced the air filters
-Shook out my rugs and hung them on the balcony to air out
-Took a half hour walk and picked up the mail

I haven't been as productive since then, mostly because once I came back from my walk and sat down, I didn't really want to do anything. I dragged myself to Target and Rayley's anyway, spent a little too much money, and came home to take a shower and do laundry. Other than talking to Mike a few times (which I also really enjoyed), I haven't done much since. Also chili cheese dogs. And yeah.

I think I tend to enjoy these days the most during session, mostly because after I haven't had a whole day off in a long while, every moment not at work tends to feel amazing. Hell, even having nights off feels great after working several 13-15 hour shifts. It gets old; it's totally not sustainable; but the paychecks are great. Same old story.

Still, days like these are definitely excellent. It's nice to have an actual weekend and not have to cram everything into a day or even half a day. So it goes.

It's kind of funny, because I had a story I meant to relay before this latest crazy stretch of work. The weekend before I started, I ended up losing my claddagh ring, which is really special to me because my aunt gave it to me (and I tend to attach symbolism to these kinds of things). I've been wearing it since just after I went to Ireland for the first time. Anyway, I couldn't remember what I'd done after I got home other than cleaning up cat puke and taking off my rings to wash the dishes. Well, between a visit from my mom and talking to Mike, I still couldn't find the ring. I had pretty much given up after tearing the house apart, losing (then finding) an earring back, and doing my other night chores. I sighed and checked the trash one more time, which I thought had just a paper towel in it from cleaning up the puke, and there it was.

I only mention this because the next day, I randomly decided to clean the pantry and baking cupboard, which meant the trash I had searched ended up full of random food that had expired. Very lucky indeed.

Anyway, that's probably enough of my rambling about productivity for now.