(Recent super-cute Kavi thing: We play peek-a-boo with her. I put my hands in front of my face, covering my eyes, and say, "Where's amma? Where's amma?" And she reaches forward and pulls my hands down and I say "There she is!" and we both laugh. And then Kavi pushes my hands up towards my face so I'll do it again. Which is cute in and of itself, but is not the super-cute thing. No, the super-cute thing is that a few days ago she started putting her hands in front of her face, so I would say, "Where's Kavi?" and play the game with her. Except that she completely fails to have the coordination to cover her face well, and so one hand ends up plastered over her forehead, and the other is balled up and jammed into her eye, and the remaining eye can clearly see me just fine -- but it doesn't matter, because she knows that she has symbolically covered her face, and therefore I can't see her. She's like an ostrich.)
Kevin was saying yesterday that we need to start cutting away the non-essentials, and become more efficient in our work. Which doesn't mean not relaxing, confusingly enough. Because we both need down time too. But it's about choices.
With an hour of free time in the evening, when you're too tired to do real work, do you choose to:
- watch a re-run of a mindless sit-com
- re-read a chapter of a Miles Vorkosigan book for literally the hundredth time
- take the baby and puppy for a walk, making them happy and getting in a little extra exercise?
- deal with some back-logged e-mails, the kind that are fairly mindless to answer
- read blogs
- sit-coms only while folding laundry (when I am trapped in the bedroom, and laundry is boring!)
- re-read bits of favorite books only while eating breakfast or lunch (eat dinner with Kevin/Kavi); it's pleasant to do then, and it's something I can pick up and put down again, whereas if I start reading something new then, I'll get frustrated if I can't keep reading it
- walks are excellent -- do at least once a day. Twice is better. Three times might even be justifiable.
- reducing my e-mail backlog makes me feel more sane; should do anytime I can make myself do it (except for dedicated writing time)
- here's a radical one -- I'm thinking of only allowing myself to read blogs in the evening. Eep. I'm not sure about this one, but I think right now I spend about an hour on the web every day -- and that's okay, if it's during low-key relaxing time. It's maybe not so good if it's during my high-functioning could-be-writing time. I've been trying to tell myself that reading blogs lets me ease into the day, and into writing, but I'm just not sure that's true. Scary to contemplate giving up my morning blogs (like giving up my morning tea!), but maybe I should try it. Just for a week. See how it goes.