Happy Sunday

I remember when I was in grad school, I noticed how people who worked for a living (in business, I mean, not academia) lived for the weekend. I thought to myself, how sad. How awful that you feel like your real life starts when you leave your job, yet you spend 40 hours a week (or more) doing your job.

Anyway, I've noticed in the last year or so that I've become one of those people. It wasn't always like this.

So it's the weekend, and I'm glad. I had a productive day yesterday, doing some laundry and straightening out my study some. I never really finished getting the room all organized when I moved in here (is anyone surprised?) so there's an odd kind of mess -- very current stuff piled on top of stuff that should have been put away a couple of months ago. I always think of archaeologists digging through layers of relics from different eras when I have to clean up something like this. You dig down beneath the receipts from the last couple of weeks and find letters from months ago, directions to places you went back in the fall, playlists for CDs you were making last spring but never got around to finishing.

Marty's weekend starts and ends today, now that he's working Saturdays as well as Monday through Friday. He seems to be keeping a good attitude about it, but I don't think this schedule is good for the long term. People need time off to unwind and relax and feel like they have a life of their own away from work.

Yesterday I also made a new mix CD. It's kind of a sequel to an old one (Dirty Pop) and I like how it turned out. It's April and this is just my second mix of the year. Looking back at my CD record (a Word file I keep with details of all my mixes, when I made them and who I gave them to) I see that on April 21, 2000, I was just completing my 13th mix of the year so far (I ended up with 20 that year).

The year before was even more productive (or less productive, if you look at the time I consequently spent on other stuff); I got my first burner in August, and during the four months from September to December I did 23 mixes. But a lot of those were conversions of my old mix tapes to CD, so they shouldn't be considered completely new mixes. Still, 23 is a lot. More than one a week. And a lot of them were new.

Don't ever doubt that I have an obsessive personality. If you didn't believe it already.

So. Today is finish up the laundry day, plan the menu day, work on the study some more day. The weather here lately has been insane, totally insane, so I have really no idea what it's going to be like outside today. For the past several days, it's been at least ten degrees different from the day before -- either up or down -- so we're wearing everything in our closets right now (hence all the laundry, I guess). If it turns into a pretty day, maybe we'll go outside and do something fun.

But for now, I need to burn some more copies of this mix, get the laundry going, and find some breakfast.