Griffith Park as my Diana sees it
I am a creature of habit. Without a loose routine I find myself on the couch burning through my Netflix at an alarming rate. Without a plan or sense of purpose I get overwhelmed with the possibilities and retreat. This has been my life for the last three weeks.
The bathroom project is never ending and they keep finding new things to repair. So instead of waking up, drinking some water while checking email, working out, making breakfast, blogging over coffee, running errands/working on thesis and then heading to work (aka my kitchen table) in the late afternoon, I'm lost.
The plumber or tile guy show up at 9 a.m. so I have to be up by 8, which is a bad start as it is because I researched big wigs in Asia/Pacific until 1a.m. (that's what they pay me for) and my body requires 8 hours. So I'm groggy and there are a bunch of construction type dudes roaming my one bedroom, which doesn't really leave room for the creative juices to flow. So Disc 5 of the first season of Gossip Girl, here I come.
The happy news is today is the last day. Copper pipe replaced, shower basin poured, tiled and grouted, no more dusty boot tracks on the hall carpet and back to my routine.
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