Ah, the weekend is gone so quickly, isn’t it? It’s all here one moment, just beginning, so full of promise and adventure and sleeping…and then in a blink of an eye, it’s passed, it’s Sunday night, and it’s time to sleep for work on Monday.
Just me?
I did get a decent amount of resting in this weekend, and personally, I’m usually grateful to have the weekends, or days off in general, be quick and light in number. The reason is rather simple: productivity comes down to rhythm for me…and if I get too much time off, I totally lose my rhythm. It’s a feature of being (pretty much) self-employed. I have to watch my internal rhythm…otherwise Ira doesn’t make any money.
But, that’s a skill that is going to come into play with writing – no doubt. It’s exactly the same principle: I will have to establish a routine for myself to in turn establish a rhythm. Rhythm. This is the rhythm of the night. Oh yeah.
This entry has taken a turn somewhere. Somewhere very early-1990s.
The Ho is back. She had a blast. She said Britney’s show was even better than for her bachelorette party back in…2014. So, yeah, I guess that makes sense, that was almost 3 years ago.
Tomorrow is baseball’s opening day. I’m looking forward to watching the game. Probably getting myself some hot dogs from Ralph’s…we’ll see. Maybe not. But, I have a full day of work, and a full week ahead of me. So…it’s time for the sleeps.
Good night moon.
Tonight’s artwork is a GORGEOUS piece from the legend John Berkey.