Once upon a time, summer was when life slowed down.
This summer, on the other hand, I find myself busier than ever.
I’ve started a second part-time job. It’s only 10 hours a week, but it’s the first job I’ve had in 20 years that actually requires me to be in a certain place at a certain time. Since that time is 8 AM, it’s been a bit of an adjustment.
I’ve committed to working on a retreat that requires an evening every week and the occasional Saturday for preparatory meetings. Plus three days next month for the retreat itself.
Two hours of physical therapy a week doesn’t seem like much. Then I did the math. Half an hour to drive there each time, and half an hour back takes two more hours from my week. Throw in about 2o-25 minutes of exercises twice a day, and there’s another five hours gone.
Add in all the usual stuff (running BD around, grocery shopping, laundry, my other part-time job, cooking an occasional meal, emptying the litter box, thinking about cleaning the house) and it’s no wonder I’ve only been to the pool once this summer.
I think I need to remedy that.
