Too Legit To Quit!

Days 5, 6, 7, and 8 of 365 are here.

It turns out it's a challenge to post something new everyday to my book log. It's a challenge to do all kinds of things everyday. So why did I think it would be easy?

I suppose I thought it would be easy like so many things, because I liked the idea, wanted to do it, and I set up a blog where it could happen. Not calculating at that moment, that meantime my everyday life would go on...

• Day 5 was Saturday. On Saturday I took a nap. The balance of the day was about doing chores.
• Day 6 was Sunday. We all got up and went out to help a friend. Afterward we had lunch out. The rest of the day was dedicated to chores, washing the dog, and making beds.
• Day 7 was yesterday. I was ready to get back to my professional work. It was a busy day and I do have lots of interesting things going on. Somewhere in the middle of yesterday I remember that I realized, I really wasn't sure if it was Monday or Tuesday. So I checked the calendar. 
• Day 8 is today and I know it's Tuesday for sure. A little while ago, I took our small Christmas tree and simple decorations for this year down. Before that I worked on editing a book. I also did a few dishes, but today no laundry yet. I've been setting up new house telephones and a little while ago, I reconnected my cell to a blue tooth ear piece I just got for Christmas. 

A day or so ago the word 'stamina' came to mind when I was thinking about writing. I've also thought about what 'stress' really means. I have answers for both to write about sometime. Don't let me forget that... now.

I also pondered the familiar, 'All A's and a B' a theme that runs through my head, when I'm challenged by a heightened feeling of overwhelm. That's more than regular overwhelm I guess.

My mom always reminded me at times like this to, and I know the extra overwhelm is not over yet, "Keep those piles separated and don't lump everything in one pile." I do that pretty well today. I've practiced separating those piles for a long time!

Here's where Day 8 ends. There's no telling what will happen here, maybe tomorrow.