Bedtime

I think I'm having trouble adjusting back to this timezone. I can't seem to fall asleep at the right time. And then I wake up at the normal early time so that I can get to work. And I drag my butt through the day, through the endless meetings and emails.

Of course there are nice things to look forward to: nice lunches with friends, Starbucks London Fogs, editing.

But maybe it's that I feel so behind in everything, not having caught up yet after my vacation. I'm feeling a little rushed on everything. Pressed for time. Like I'm juggling too many balls. And I'm afraid one is going to drop.

That is probably keeping me from sleeping well. Which is keeping me from being the most productive I could be, which starts the cycle all over again.

On the other hand, I do feel generally happy.
At least I'm busy -- I hate being idle.

• I had my neighbour over to evaluate my laundry room in preparation for House Beautifying Day this weekend. He was so wonderfully helpful in advising me on the small reno projects my family and I can do this weekend. I bought all the supplies I need and now we just need to make it happen. Exciting.
  
• I had a nice dinner with my mom and our friend Marlene.
  
• I'm almost caught up on my personal emails.
  
• I posted my vacation photos.
  
• I've paid my bills.
  
• I've made progress on some good projects.
  
• I'm reading. And writing. Just as I love to do.
  
• The house is clean. The dishes are done (not by me!).
  

So, really, things are good.

And I just need to remind myself of that when I have to wake up extra early tomorrow morning to go to my counselling appointment, which I am dreading with all my being.

As long as I get my London Fog first, I should be well enough armed...