On Wednesdays and Fridays I have LTHOMG, where I walk for several miles and get lunch. I try never to skip this since the walking is pretty much the only exercise I get these days.

Normally on Wednesdays, where I always go to the dive bar that I've been attending for more than a decade now, I try to work it so I get there between twelve-thirty and one pm. I take about an hour and a half and then I'm usually home by three-thirty. Wednesday is also a Grocery Day so we then go to the store, and, in the summer, the CSA pickup, which is across the street from the store.

Today I began early because I had a Zoom call for work at three which I couldn't miss. So I got up sooner than I normally would and hustled through the morning and hustled off to lunch and hustled back and sat in the meeting from three to nearly four-thirty (it was useless and brain-numbing, by the way), and then had to go plan six nights of solo meals (I hate meal planning) and go get the groceries.

I came back, had dinner (frozen pizza -- I was out of energy to do something more healthy/ambitious), and, amazingly enough, managed to get eight renders done and lay out everything I had (the dialogue's not caught up yet, of course -- writing dialogue takes a working brain) before deciding that I had absolutely run out of go. That was just a minute ago.

It's a quarter to eleven and I'm going to start winding down for bed. For comparison, normally I go to bed between one and one-thirty in the morning.

Being operational is exhausting.