Way too much late-night blogging lately.
Blame it on the NBA, and my family's practice of watching games together. Blame it on the project I tried to dodge but got sucked into at the eleventh hour. Blame it on some overlapping extra duty in my extended family. On ramping up triathlon training. On the season from hell in Wisconsin politics with no end in sight. On the devil making me do it. On. . .
Right now, I should be in bed, unwinding toward sleep in these last minutes of May 26th. I will need the restorative power of slumber before tackling another crowded day tomorrow.
But I'm thinking about the pattern that's forming, taking me away earlier and earlier in the day, for more hours, and filling my evenings with multitasking. And I want it to change.
Or at least I think I do. Because if I really want it to change, wouldn't I just change it?