Monday: Me Today
It seems like every other day now, I'm walking into the closet, shutting the door and speaking into a microphone for Audible.com. I like it, don't get me wrong. Perhaps I need to construct a better mini-studio of some kind, than the closet. Plus, even with the light on in there, and my recording equipment, it's still like I'm standing in a closet for 30 minutes or longer with the door closed. That's weird.
This time, it's Harvard Business Review.
Work: The grant that never ends is due Friday, so I'll be wrapping up the narrative tomorrow and handing it over to the grant writer for more fiddling. But it's starting to look better now... more compelling. I've kind of forgotten all my other projects, so I'll need to remember what they were by the end of the week so I can get back on the wagon after that long grant-writing hullabaloo of fun.
Workout: First day back after a few days off for the holiday. I know I'm going to be hurting tomorrow. It's amazing how quickly your body can wrangle up its production of "Oh, the Workout Sure Does Make Me Sore." I don't even have to be away for a full week and I'm feeling it. A massage might be in my future.
I could use a 90-minute hardcore upper back and shoulder massage, there is no doubt of that. My muscles hold up well, generally, but every few months, they need one or two sessions to get kneaded and prodded.
On the agenda this week: some good, old-fashioned Italian-American pasta at a red sauce restaurant. Inauthentic, yes... but oh so satisfying.
