The week was a mixture of good, bad, and surprising. I didn't get most of the exercising in that I had planned for, but on the other hand I did get some and I also got a surprising compliment.
Plus, the awful project has wrapped up, so with any luck at all I will be able to get important things done.
Methinks I tend to overestimate how much I can get done in a day. I overestimate my energy reserve and I don't budget enough for the unexpected. I refuse to get discouraged by any discrepancies between my To Do and my To Done lists. This is a learning process. I'm only going to get graded on the final exam. None of the preliminary midterms count, except for how much I learn from them to improve my performance.
One important lesson I need to keep reminding myself of is that you need to Expect the Unexpected. Douglas Adams complained that this phrase was a)glib and b) a contradiction in terms. But it isn't, really. You need to take into account the fact that things aren't always going to go as planned, and factor in some time in your schedule for the unexpected.
No matter how well prepared you are, you always have to budget for something to come out of nowhere ... like a flying vampire dog going for your ear.
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[Note: the non-photoshopped -- but less dramatic -- version of this photo can be found here.]
Pro: ate my vegetables
Con: two cans of V-8 are vegetables?
Summary: no exercise, but the end of the overtime is in sight
Pro: finished the project-from-hell
Con: too tired to do anything useful
Summary: not a positive day, except for one thing*
Pro: got 2 out of the 3 on the To Do list done; skipped the 3rd to tread for 20 minutes
Con: just once I'd like to get everything on the To Do list done. Maybe should shorten list.
Summary: more good than bad
Pro: gardening is good exercise, especially if you bend from the waist to do the weeding. Also squeezed in 20 minutes on the treadmill.
Con: very tiring
Summary: More good than bad. Good way to end the week.
*The incident on Friday? I had to go to a party, so I picked up a bottle of champagne.
The cashier looked at the bottle, looked at me, and said It.
Woman: "I'd like to see some ID please."
Me: "You're kidding."
Woman: "No." (She was perfectly serious.)
Me: "Oh, I get it. You have to card everyone, right?"
Woman: "No." (She was starting to look a little suspicious.)
Me: "You really want to see my ID?"
Me: "I love you!"
I think at this point she was ready to back away and call for the manager, but I couldn't help it. When you've just passed the birthday that marks you as being half-way to 90, it's incredible that someone would think that you could pass for 21. I think it's heredity -- until a few years ago, my mother was often thought to be about 20 years younger than she actually was.
Thank you, Mom.