May 31 2012
Now that I’m completely work from home, my sense of time is strange. I work every single day. Not a lot, but every day consists of my part-time job, research, and fun things. I’m starting to get a little lost on which day is which; yesterday, I repeatedly checked my calendar to ensure I was where I was supposed to be when I was supposed be there. There is no major distinction in my days in other areas, because I don’t have a TV to know which day is which according to schedule and the businesses I frequent are open the days and times I want to go.
I initially thought having one weekend day would do it, but I don’t think it is practical. Sometimes, when the iron’s hot, you must strike even if it is a Saturday or Sunday. Maybe keeping a much more consistent dance schedule will do it, but I’m not sure.