It’s so empty still, sitting here in bed and writing these entries. Coco should be next to me. I think I’d talk about her curled up and passed out, snoring or just breathing softly…if not every night, most nights.
Sigh.
I was falling asleep this morning during my writing session, so I came back to bed. Didn’t fall asleep nearly as fast once I was in bed, but I did sleep more. And I was far less tired today as a result. It’s tricky working a full-time job and getting in as much writing as I want to. It stretches me to just about the absolute limit. It also means that most days—yes MOST days—I don’t get as much writing in as I want to. But…it’s worth it. The stretch means I get more done than I’d get done otherwise. I don’t know why, really, but I’ve always been the type of person that will only ever do about 75% of what I scheduled myself to do, whether I’ve over scheduled or under scheduled. So…why not over schedule and get more done? Not great for my anxiety, but it gets the job done.
In that regard…I need tomorrow to be a kickass day. Need it. And it will be. Have to go to bed. Night night.