Had a complete day off today for the first time in a long time. (No work, no social or family commitments). OMG I had almost forgotten what it was like.
I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill for about 20 minutes, then did upper body weights. Then came home and worked in the yard for a little while before going to Vivace to read/write.
I read in the new paperback edition of James Schuyler's Selected Poems. It is wonderful so far. Also got some significant work done on a few new poems. (yay!)
Why does starting the day at the gym always make it feel like a more productive day, no matter what you do after?