It's 11:00 a.m. And it should be 12:00 p.m. I think. Or is this the real 11:00 a.m. and the other 11:00 a.m. was just an impostor for the past several months? You would think with an extra hour of sleep I would be able to figure this stuff out, but I didn't really get an extra hour of sleep. Because my body thought it was time to get up. So instead? I got an extra hour of chores.

So far today I have finished two loads of laundry, washed a load of dishes, run two miles, made scramble eggs for breakfast, and mowed both the front and back yards. And it's not even noon yet...on Sunday.

Normally I would be pretty pumped that I had gotten so much done already, but I know what's coming. By 8:00 p.m., my body will mistake for 9:00 p.m., I will be half comatose on the couch. And by what is now 9:00 pm. I will be completely unconscious. Asleep by 9? Pathetic.

Of course, that means I'll wake up early tomorrow, and there may be some good that can come of that. I have, in the past 3 weeks, been attempting to re-establish some habits I'd managed to drift away from over the past several months.

First of all, I've been running. 2 miles a day, 3 days a week, 3 weeks in a row. Today was the start of week 4, so I'm feeling pretty proud about that. I figure 4 more weeks and I'll be back up to 2.5 miles, 4 days a week. Where I was a year ago. And maybe all my corduroy pants will fit again.

And, I've been reading...every day. I forget sometimes how much I need that, but when I get back in the habit I sleep better, and my dreams are flippin' fantastic, and I just feel

And then there are the Mimes: my group of girlfriends that I used to hang out with all the time. All of us have gotten a little insulated over the past several months, what with jobs and pets and spouses and houses. So, we established a monthly meal on the first Tuesday of every month. This week was our first outing, and it was fabulous. One margarita, several bowls of chips and salsa and a couple of hours of wonderful conversation with three women who know me.

So I'm feeling a little more grounded these days. And now that the Winged Monkey got the internet connection fixed, I have a feeling I'll be back in the blogoshpere more regularly again.

Which is good, since I'm gonna need something to do when my body wakes me up at what is now 5:00 a.m.