Lately, the clock has been moving way, way, WAY too fast.
I feel like I'm running in place in order to be behind, if that makes any sense.
Part of it is the heat. Part of it is just plain ole garden-variety boredom. I've been doing the same old, same old for so long that I'm just affected with fifty shades of ennui.
Another part of it is, because of said boredom, I am overbooked with all sorts of little time killers, time wasters, time scrubbers, time eaters, time smashers, and they are doing it to me, big time.
This morning - because it's a Monday - here's what I have done so far (it's 11 something AM here).
* Lifted weights
* Walked for 85 minutes
* This blog
* Added stories to two different fic sites
* eight 8-oz glasses of water
* toured around three sites where I do community management
* talked to a recruiter
* applied for a job (unrelated to said recruiter)
* weighed in at Spark, recorded food and exercise
* email in two different accounts
* managed the RSVPs coming in (I'm planning a partay for my own 50th birthday, so there's stuff to keep organized)
* managed my fantasy baseball team (I'm in 4th place)
* took a look at the teams as they are shaping up for fantasy football
* made sure there were no comments to be moderated for my blog or my father's blog
Once I am done with this here blog, I still have Facebook and Twitter to look at.
Plus somewhere in there I have actual work to do for a place where I do community management and also some mild marketing stuff (this is online research).
Yes, folks, it's hard work being unemployed.
Now, I am well aware that most of this junk will be swept away when I begin actually working again. And I am often more nutty about such things than I need to be. I mean, is the world going to fall apart if I don't play Scrabble online one day? Not really.
And of course some things are more of a priority than others. The exercise. The food tracking. The water drinking. The job search. The work for the people who are paying me a pittance but wish they could pay me more.
I know where the lines are drawn between fun and obligations. But I don't mind blurring them on occasion. The work for the pittance people is, for the most part, kinda fun. Walking is fun. Blogging is, too.
Otherwise, I mean, sheesh - why do it at all?