Schlafe, mein Prinzchen, schlaf ein.
Hamlet’s been sort of a mess lately, by which I mean that he is making literal messes in the house by pissing on something practically every other day. It’s our fault, really. Between the Roomie’s dissertation and my book-writing, the pup’s not getting as much attention as he deserves.
Hoping that will all change when I get back from Austin next week, but who knows? It’s funny how wiped out I feel at the end of each day even when I’m not on the road. The writing is enjoyable - and I can’t tell you how grateful I am that the block, the cloud, the hesitation has been lifted - but I am tired all the time.
It doesn’t help that it’s Women’s History Month and that my travel schedule just got insanely busy … I always tell myself, “Never again! Not next year! Won’t make myself sick!” Lo’ and behold, it happens all over again. Though I cut down on speaking commitments this year, somehow I still have to make it to NYC, New Jersey, LA, and San Francisco within a ten-day period…
Feel free to let me know in the comments if you have any idea how to accomplish the above without seriously messing up my sleep schedule or making my dog permanently resent me :-/