| SUN | MON | TUE | WED | THU | FRI | SAT |
| SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP |
| morning | morning | morning | morning | morning | morning | morning |
| PLAY practice | WORK | HOBBY Systems | WORK | HOBBY Systems | WORK | HOBBY Systems |
| PASTIME | WORK | HOBBY cooking | WORK | HOBBY cooking | WORK | PLAY^ |
| PLAY^ | PLAY practice | PLAY^ practice | PLAY^ | PLAY^ scrimmage | PASTIME | PASTIME |
| evening | evening | evening | evening | evening | evening | evening |
| SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP |
Have settled into a nice schedule, intense but as nicely spread out as could possibly be managed.
Sunday I sleep in a bit and then have Second Wind practice, then after chicken with Dawn I have this a weird little slice of time that I finally figured the best thing to do with is go home and lay on the couch. And also eat cuties as soon as I can manage them, even though I'm a little full from chicken. Because I'll still be too full for dinner before I have to leave for refs but then pretty much as soon as I bike back, I'm starrrving; forcing some cuties in takes the edge off that. There are two Sunday variants: one, I get chicken with Dawn and go straight back to the space to lead league practice, and then train refs, oof, and two, I get chicken with Dawn and don't have league or ref practice, so I get to go home and lay on the couch foreverrrrr. Oh actually, there's a third variant, post bout Sunday, when I have no practices and nothing. To do. At all.
Monday I work, and then it's either rushing out of work like oh lord jesus christ help me get to 6:30 practice and then ahhhh couch, or the other way around for 9:30 practice. But I love these three practice nights, which we owe to Go-Go, I love 90 minute practices more than life itself, I like the shorter duration for itself but they also tend to be higher intensity and more focused.
Tuesday, boy, idk what I'd do without my Tuesdays and Thursdays. I get to sleep in a bit and now I have it that I do my desk work first, which on Tuesday starts with bills. Three weeks in the month it's no biggie, just recording bills—i.e., credit card receipts, I put everything I possibly can on my credit card and pay it off every month and I get points that I can spend on Amazon—into quicken, and also figuring out and recording what cash I spent the past week. One week in the month it's paying bills, which is more of a production. Once a year for about a month it's an ordeal beyond speech, filing my taxes. That is upon me. After bills I have lunch, and then I make my egg bites and chicken stew for the week, and then I try to squeeze in a little rest before evening, which is training Travis (NEW!) and then from there SW practice.
Wednesday I work and then I get a little chill time, and then I bike up north to train Kris. Though lately I have been taking Miss Bike on the train, and a couple times just taking the train and Kris picks me up. What can I say, it's been a long winter. I am worn down to a nub.
Thursday same as Tuesday, except I start with tasks i.e., setting up my timetracker for the following week. Which is easier than bills, so then I can tackle a little bit of play desk work. Play desk work is, like, taking CEC quizzes or writing up somebody's workout plan or other administrative work that I sometimes have to do. Then lunch and then I make my carne, greens, and potatoes for the week, squeeze in a little rest, and then training Joe and then from there scrimmage.
Friday I work, then on the way home from work I pick up groceries for dinner, I get a little chill time, and then I make fish dinner. The sweetie man and I are more purposefully trying to talk and reconnect on Friday nights, otherwise we mostly spend time together asleep. Which is some of my favorite time, but still. So we talk and then we watch TV or movies, or we talk and that gives me an idea for something to write and then I'm writing until 2am. Which is good for getting writing done—not sure when else I'm going to get it done, and writing does serve as pastime for me—but not so much for togetherness. There's also a Friday variant, Trouble hosts a monthly wine party and when that comes up, we go to that.
Saturday starts like Tuesday and Thursday, except I do appointments i.e., setting up my slate for the following week. Which is the easiest and quickest desk work to do, because then I go right out to train Nora. Then I have the rest of the afternoon and evening free, pizza quests tend to go down at this time, and also this is where I fit in street teaming the weekend before a bout. The Saturday variant is bout day, of course, which works out for me and Nora because neither of us wants to train then, and then I get morning and a little bit of afternoon to myself, which I have been using for big cleans.
I do little cleans here and there all through the week, not charted. Well, they're in my timetracker, different chart. Just making the bed and picking my clothes off the floor and washing dishes, which the sweetie man also does a lot of. He does the laundry and almost all the grocery shopping, except for my little Friday trip. Also he takes out the trash, which I never do.
It's jam-packed around here, that's for sure, but still livable. It feels a lot like wheee slinging myself from Friday night to Friday night like Spiderman, Friday is like the building that I anchor myself to. To keep myself flying. I get little pockets of breathing room from the variants, and also because how I am with my clients, we don't reschedule, we have a standing weekly appointment that they can make or not, which I should say they almost always make, but if they can't, we just say see you next week and I get a little air pocket, and so far, it's been enough to breathe.
