First day back at reality, or what passes for it. No matter how many times I say to myself, "tomorrow I'm going to get up early, go to the gym, make lists, get work done..." I generally wind up accomplishing only 10%. I think I need to either adjust my expectations or I need a drill sergeant to greet me each day at 6am and scream at me to get off my ass.
Sometimes those drill sergeants are provided to us though... workmen began tearing up the floors in the apartment directly above us at 9am. The sounds of banging, pounding and what turned out to be an air compressor did an adequate job of doing that screaming.
My morning ritual of retrieving coffee stretched longer than I had anticipated as I walked block after block through Center City listening to the same songs over and over again on my ipod. Compulsiveness, welcome home. I have to work on that. I know, I'll put it on my list.
