I'm drinking a cosmo right now. I put too much cranberry juice in it. I think I need to go vodka it up a bit.
I almost never drink vodka anymore. I've been having a love affair with Stella Artois and most recently, with the case of New Glarus we picked up while in Wisconsin last week.
But I didn't want to feel bloaty (as I typically feel with beer), so I made myself a cocktail.
I used to drink 4 or 5 cosmos a night when I worked full time a few years ago. It's how I brought myself down from a difficult day. Funny thing is, I'm doing work with that company again. And here I sit, with a cosmo.
What is different between then and now is that I managed to not do any work over the weekend, even though there was work that could have been done and my computer was here in the 'south' office of our condo*. I finally figured out that if I break for the weekend, that is, if I take a real break, where I don't respond to e-mails or try to get 'ahead' for the coming week, that I'm infinitely more productive and creative on Monday.
I'm 40, and I'm figuring this out now.
I'm not working 40, 45 or 55 hours a week now. That's good. But I do have work. And the other work. And the whole being-in-charge-of-two-kids-and-a-household deal.
And I have this cosmo.
Next up, Hoarders and knitting.
Also, the satisfaction that I've blogged for the first time in two months, and reached out to an old online friend, Midlife Rambler, which has weighed heavily on my mind for some time.
Maybe now that it is fall, I can hole up in the house with my computer and get back to blogging, with the occasional cosmo.
* A recent purge/reorganization + rehab has given this household not one, but TWO functioning office spaces in our 2200 sf condo. I chose to use the south office (front sunroom) today.
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