If I had been seeing to my sleep hygiene all week last night would not be hitting me so hard. I went out with Luke for a welcome-to-New-York-City night of arepas and seeing Murder by Death. It was splendid but I can feel that I have only gotten 8 solid hours of sleep one day this week.
Reading: I’m finishing up Rhialto the Marvelous.
Planning: Sleep, laundry, maybe cook a batch of something up so that I can gnosh on it all week…a relaxing weekend.
Writing: I’m just not there yet, still trying to get the rhythm of my life down and figure out where all of the things that are important to me fit in. The blog slipped and I didn’t post anything, not even a Monday interview. This Monday I’ll rectify that.