Plenty of hours in the day, just not enough energy

I overslept this morning. Well, I "overslept" only in that I got up much later than I'd intended to, which means a crimp in my plans to get groceries.

What I need these days is to work out a schedule and stick to it. I'm moving in seven weeks, and so far I haven't got much done by way of purging (not since mid-June, anyway), and nothing by way of packing. July is meant to be about the purging and August about the packing, but I haven't been able to muster the energy or motivation to do anything about that. Night shift hasn't helped, and having my "staycation" cut short last week also didn't help.

So, since motivation follows action, I think I need to set out a fairly rigid schedule and stick to it, starting with forcing myself to get out of bed when my alarm clock goes off. This week I'm planning to rescue my old bicycle from my parents' garage and bring it to Eddy's bicycle shop around the corner. Once it's fixed, I will attempt to ride it to work.

I also have a stack of bills to pay. Not a problem, just a hassle. It means I'll have to leave earlier than usual.

Wow. I'm reaching new heights of disjointedness in this post. Oh well. Long story short: this week I am pulling my shit together and getting organized. I've got a ton of obligations I'm not meeting lately.

Can someone explain this?

This is the RCMP. We are supposed to be the thin red line that stands between ordinary citizens and the scum of the universe (or was that MiB?).

How the hell do we run out of STAPLES?!?

*sigh*

:::Only whingeing in this post. Nothing to see here. Move along.:::

Maybe it's because I spent the whole weekend lounging in the sun (with friends and beer), but I'm feeling a little fresh air and sunlight deprived these past two days.

Right now that homestead (with a pond with ducks and frogs and maybe fish and turtles) is seeming awfully far away. The whole oversleeping thing this morning made me miss out on groceries and a little time I wanted to spend out in the garden weeding and/or puttering.

I want a pond.

Right now I want to be in the middle of my garden with a bunch of goats and chickens and to not be concerned with arrest warrants and taking calls and being stuck in a windowless room for eight to twelve hours a day. I love this job, I do, but it's in the city and there's no daylight, ever.

Maybe I'll go and research heritage chickens some more.