I did a bit of straightening up in the living room and kitchen just in case I have company over today, and Jackson hissed at me, clearly thinking I had been replaced by an imposter.

My sister's solution to the morning workout conundrum is to go to bed the night before in her morning workout gear, or at least the pants and the gym bra. Voila, all dressed in the morning!

My big obstacle to working out before work is the overwhelming feeling of dread and self-loathing that I wake up to every morning. Oh, and the carving out time to actually work out. I am already getting up at 6 just to get everyone dressed and out the door in the mornings. I don't think I could ever shift my wake up time to 4:30 or whatever it would need to be to make exercising a possibility.

My 18 year old niece just posted her first drinking at college photo on Facebook.

Ah, milestones! I'd be tempted to post a comment along the lines of "I can see you" but that's the teacher in me. I am always pointing out to my students the don't-do-that-in-front-of-your-boss faux pas they make.

I have furminated a dog and brushed a very fluffy cat (& now have enough fur to make extra pets)! & made hummus for a get together this afternoon. Hopefully it is pethair free!

Yard work done and garage lock fixed. And it's gross when you can actually wring out the bandana on your head and it still falls with a sickly plop into the washer.

I cannot work out in the morning. I do it now and again when the y closes early, but that's when the rest of the day is free. Before going to work? Even if there was enough time? No fucking way.

Yeah, I think working out in the morning is part of that fantasy-me I imagine I'm going to magically become. In reality, I'm barely functional before 11am, no matter what time I go to bed or what time I get up. "They" say you shouldn't exercise right before bedtime, but I find it a good way to relieve the day's stress. So, evening exercise for me.

I like getting up to watch the sunrise and putter around the house a little in the pleasant dawn hours. And then going the f* back to bed until 10am.

I like getting up to watch the sunrise and putter around the house a little in the pleasant dawn hours. And then going the f* back to bed until 10am.

That would be ideal for me as well. But since I have to get up at dark o'clock to get to work on time anyway, squeezing in a workout seems doable (and I don't find after work or in the evening any easier - once I am home I don't want to go out again, and I'm usually worn out immediately after work)

At work right now AINFG. Not terrible, actually, but not great.

Yeah, I've never been a morning exerciser. Even though morning races I usually manage to be awake and all "hey this is nice crisp morning air!" I still have better race times for night races (my fastest time has been at the midnight 4th of July race, and second fastest at a 7pm race!)

Because I made the mistake of checking my work email on Labor Day, let me rant for a moment.

Everybody says, don't be such a control freak, let people help you, let other people do some of the editing when it's too much!

So okay, I do, I give some of my work to the "pool" of highly trained editors and what happens? Out of ten people, eight of them don't read the instructions and I end up having to re-do the editing because they did it wrong. Not "wrong" as in, not my preferred way, "wrong" as in, specifically not this journal's style, why can't you people read the instructions? One person told me she only read the first page... of two. If READING TWO PAGES is too difficult for you, perhaps EDITING is not the right job for you.

Thank you for listening. Please carry on with your relaxing day of not working, which I should have done.

And thanks for the link, Kat. Marked for later.

Please carry on with your relaxing day of not working, which I should have done.

Ha, she laughed bitterly.

24-hour tech support for an international clientele means we have customers who don't care if it's a holiday. So I'm here. And they've sent three-quarters of the people home, because God forbid you pay people to be here so that the two people who are left aren't stressed by the rest of the people in the world who need help.

But being here means I'm "a team player" (I hate that term). And it means I'll get to go home early on another occasion. And I plan to work Thanksgiving, which makes the managers who buy in to stupid phrases like "team player" happy.