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Back to coaching at Harcum. Back to fencing-only weekends. With any luck, my Friday schedule will be Shipley from 3:15 to 4:15 or so, Bryn Mawr, then Harcum from 6:30 to 9:30. Then training Saturday morning from 8:30 to 11:30, and coaching until 2:30 or so. Sometimes a meet in the afternoon, always competing or reffing on Sunday.
I've pretty much sorted out my schedule for the semester. My goal was two meets and two reffing weekends per month, and I've managed that. I'm waiting to see how a couple of the meets turn out for attendance. Somehow I can't seem to find anything for October 15th. Odd.
I really need to get back onto my usual schedule, though. This whole bed by 2, up by 8 thing is NOT good for me. I think that I'll go back to using my Palm to tell me everything, but that involved actually _listening_ to it and _obeying_ it when it tells me to do something. While it's tempting to let my schedule slip, just because the writing goes so nicely in the evening, it doesn't seem like a good idea. I just have to whip myself into shape. Perhaps declaring in advance what I do in each chunk of work time - now I read, now I watch, now I write, etc. Right now I'm always tired and my apartment is slowly slipping back into chaos and I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything. Well, anything but fencing. Bah. No good.
This weekend I will get the apartment cleared up. Monday I will OBEY. Maybe Sunday I'll reward myself with another bundt cake. I have two chocolate recipes that are mighty tempting, although chocolate is not usually my favorite cake.
I've spent just enough time on Amazon ogling my favorite cake pans, that now all of the Amazon sidebar ads show me bundt pans. They're following me! Jess pointed out that other people in this world spend vast quantities of money on cigarettes, or alcohol, or televisions, and that perhaps buying a $30 bundt pan is not the world's most weighty decision, nor the world's greatest sin. I responded that perhaps I could think of every day on which I _don't_ buy a bundt pan as a great and glorious victory. I think that my life just became a great deal easier!
I've pretty much sorted out my schedule for the semester. My goal was two meets and two reffing weekends per month, and I've managed that. I'm waiting to see how a couple of the meets turn out for attendance. Somehow I can't seem to find anything for October 15th. Odd.
I really need to get back onto my usual schedule, though. This whole bed by 2, up by 8 thing is NOT good for me. I think that I'll go back to using my Palm to tell me everything, but that involved actually _listening_ to it and _obeying_ it when it tells me to do something. While it's tempting to let my schedule slip, just because the writing goes so nicely in the evening, it doesn't seem like a good idea. I just have to whip myself into shape. Perhaps declaring in advance what I do in each chunk of work time - now I read, now I watch, now I write, etc. Right now I'm always tired and my apartment is slowly slipping back into chaos and I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything. Well, anything but fencing. Bah. No good.
This weekend I will get the apartment cleared up. Monday I will OBEY. Maybe Sunday I'll reward myself with another bundt cake. I have two chocolate recipes that are mighty tempting, although chocolate is not usually my favorite cake.
I've spent just enough time on Amazon ogling my favorite cake pans, that now all of the Amazon sidebar ads show me bundt pans. They're following me! Jess pointed out that other people in this world spend vast quantities of money on cigarettes, or alcohol, or televisions, and that perhaps buying a $30 bundt pan is not the world's most weighty decision, nor the world's greatest sin. I responded that perhaps I could think of every day on which I _don't_ buy a bundt pan as a great and glorious victory. I think that my life just became a great deal easier!