Weird day today.

(This post will probably not be a novel, and will more than likely only mention the cats in passing. If at all.)

Trying to re-order my days, both in terms of how much I can get done and in what order / priority I tackle things Also the weather is beautiful so I'm torn on how much I can stand to stay in and "spring clean" when I want to go for a walk to the park, you know? I guess there's something to be said for spring cleaning of the mind as well..

I feel like once I start to get some big thoughts out in words I'll be able to write shorter entries.. but I really want to chronicle the changes we are making in our lives, mostly because we have let so much spiral out of control in the last few months, I need to grasp at something, even if it is just an exhaustive reporting of every little thought. It's a little bit of control. Documentation. Analysis. I'm finding I have longer pockets of time to fill, which is an incredible feeling. My days are actually lengthening, if for no other reason than I'm not in an exhausted stupor all of the time. (This is starting to sound kind of weird.. no, I haven't started using cocaine or crystal meth. oddly enough, my body responds incredibly to the right blend of vitamins and supplements, which I've recently started taking again. I know I'm slightly anemic, and suspect other vitamin deficiencies. I'm tweaking my diet as an experiment.)

I'm almost finished the first book I took from the library, The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb. I'm relieved to almost be done with it, because it's such a heavy book.. Well, physically and intellectually, now that I think about it. His other two works that I've read have been the same way.. She's Come Undone and I Know This Much is True. Its odd that I'm finding this book so taxing, usually I revel in books that are heavy and morose, if for no other reason than the soul searching these types of works inspire. I think it's the springtime, among other things. I'll sink back into the thicky, heady gravitas of my usual reading genres as soon as the leaves turn.. but there's a lot of time between then and now!

I really don't know what I'm going to read next, I suppose when I head to bed I will audition the next one. Most of the rest of my thoughts are feeling very jumbly.. I think I will retire now and let them remain jumbly.