It's 11 pm and I'm completely motivated to clean out our closets and repaint the water damage. Right now. Partner is not so keen on this idea, despite the fact that I just found him two nice jackets that he had forgotten about, buried in the back of a closet.
The summer continues to be a struggle between the schedule my body really wants to follow and the schedule that works if I want to interact with the rest of the world. Were I on my own, I would probably go to bed between 1 and 2, wake up around 11, eat breakfast for lunch, do some work, exercise around 4 or 5, eat a late dinner, and then the most productive part of my "day" would be from 8 to midnight. As it is, I try to get myself to bed by 1 at the very very latest, and to drag myself out of bed at a reasonable hour. If I wasn't sure that I would be so far off of reality that it would be painful to put myself back on real time at the end of the summer, I might just let myself do whatever I wanted to do. What else is summer for?
There would be the downside of seeing less of my husband. I guess there are motivators for maintaining a "normal person's" schedule, as well.
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