Is that I should actually follow my doctor’s instructions.

Ugh.

Fine.

So I had pretty much cleared my whole schedule for Saturday for the soccer referee class.

I was gonna have to be up early and ready for 4-5 hours of learning and running.

And running and learning.

Then I had planned on being wiped out afterword.

So I scheduled a little nap and then a quiet night to recover.

Once they postponed the referee field session, the rest of my day fell apart.

I was at a total loss.

I finally gave up on trying to find something to do about 1pm.

At which point I took a hour and a half nap.

Then I felt like total shit.

But I couldn’t fall back asleep.

So I planned, shopped for, made, and ate dinner for the next four hours.

That was my Saturday.

Sunday was better.

The theme was: script.

That’s me planning out photoshoots.

I’ve got shoots planned until the end of April now.

I didn’t have anything planned for yesterday, so I got a ton of shit done.

Of course.

I also spent the weekend carb loading.

Saturday I craved root vegetables.

So I roasted a big pan of gemstone potatoes, carrots, radishes, and parsnips.

Sunday I wanted biscuits.

So I made biscuits.

Today the weekend is over.

It’s Monday.

And the theme is: define.

That’s my giant dictionary that I bought for $20 at an estate sale in Maine and I had to have someone fly it home as their carry-on item because I had way too much shit to bring home.

I have to go to work now.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC