The weekend that was

Ah, September has arrived. I can smell the pumpkin spice in the air and the nights are about to get unseasonably cooler so it will actually feel like fall a lot earlier than usual.

I'm not sure how to summarize the weekend. It began with a funeral and ended with football. I recorded a podcast we normally record at night at nine in the morning instead. I convinced myself to forego mowing on the holiday, gambling on dry, cool days later in the week to get it done. I ate quite a bit more than I normally would. (It's weird how I fill free time with food when I am trying to not stare at a screen all of the time. I try to remember what we did pre-internet to pass the time and it's so far back in my memory that I can't quite put my finger on it.)

It was nice having Labor Day off of work but I also have a three-day weekend coming up also so this will be a very short work week for me and maybe that adds to the fact that something just feels off. Even with the Pumpkin Spice Latte fuel I have been consuming, I still felt a bit sluggish and low energy all weekend, sort of like I felt like there was something I needed to do but couldn't remember what it was so I settled for just sitting around at the edge of falling asleep quite a bit.

I didn't read much but I somehow wasted a considerable amount of time through a variety of pointless activities to pass the time and now here I am on Tuesday morning back at the kitchen table, listening to jazz on WBGO (my new favorite jazz station) and sipping my coffee (today's K-cup: McCafé Premium Roast).

I seem to be back to my normal self this morning. Maybe it's because I have a huge list of things in my Todoist for today. Maybe the structure is what I need to guide me along through the days. Maybe holidays and vacation days aren't all they're cracked up to be or, more likely, maybe I just do them wrong. I have a lot of days off coming up through the end of the year so we'll find out if I get any better at taking them.