June 1, 20666 in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

I want to start by thanking everyone for the notes on my last entry. I do intend to respond to each and every one of them within the next 48 hours. I also intend to follow through with my New Year Mid Year entry within the next 48 hours as well; though this entry will not be that entry. In truth, as I typically make a new book per year… I’m still contemplating whether I wish to do that or not. Though, it was pretty cool. Last night my parents called me because they are EXCEEDINGLY worried about me. And that is good, should be obvious all things considered, but hell… if I could simply expect all parents to be good parents I’d be out of a job. When I suggested a New Year at Mid Year for 2020, my Dad was blown away at the idea and passionately embraced it. Cuz… yeah. Not only has 2020 already felt like it’s lasted a whole year but… the world now is a very different world from the world of January 1, 2020. For all people.

Today, though, is simply a “log entry” to write the present to reflect a future history. Because yesterday had successes, today had some failures… and I need to discover how much of that is balance, pain, or bad decisions.

The weekend, over all, was very productive. Mowed the lawn, cooked several meals, cleaned up much of the kitchen, did laundry, did dishes, walked the dog both days with “overtime play” outside, did NOT drink too much… in fact, decided to limit alcohol access (Saturday was a Margarita with my Take Out, Sunday was a beer and a Rum). … cleaned up the basement. LOTS of stuff got done. And lots of “exercise” was had. Mowing the lawn (I don’t use a riding lawn mower) and walking the dog (makes for quite a few days in a row as usually Sunday I skip due to pain.) Nothing like traditional exercise of jogging or weight lifting or anything but… definite using of my body.

So I suppose I shouldn’t be so hard on myself over failing my desire today.
I had wanted to wake up early, shower, eat, go into the office. Y’know, normal pre-covid behavior as my boss is requesting we return to normal soon since that is what the State has pretty much required. Luckily, our Supreme Court has said “We rely on medical experts in our courts everyday, it would be foolish to ignore them now.” So we’re still shut down as far as in court appearances. But… I want to be in the office and doing my job properly (especially if that is what is expected of me).

Instead, I woke up at 5 a.m. I wasn’t going to head into work that early. I put food in the dog’s bowl and I went back to sleep. And overslept. Woke up at 8:44… with Juvenile Court Hearings slated to start at 9. SO… throw on some sweatpants and head to the basement office! Not necessarily a terrible thing… I’m still working, I’m still doing my hearings, I’m still answering most of my e-mails… so it is okay. It isn’t okay in that I’m not at the office and it isn’t okay because I’m not answering e-mails that need long, diplomatic, carefully selected words because… frankly, I wouldn’t respond to those e-mails on a day with 5 hearings anyway. It just… for the sake of returning to a routine for me, my dog, and the office… it would have been nice if I had gotten in today. PLAN IS to go in for the rest of the week. Here’s hoping.