How many speeds do you have?
I seem to operate at two — off and hyper-speed.
Take New Year’s Day, for instance. Other than walking Rory in the neighborhood and feeding us both, I sat on the couch and watched the encore presentation of “Little Dorrit” on PBS — all nine hours. This amazing mini-series based on the lesser-known Charles Dickens classic won an Emmy last year…but even I admit, that’s a lot of TV in one sitting.
But at off speed, it was all I wanted to do.
In contrast, today I am on hyper-speed. By noon, I had walked the dog, taken down the Christmas tree, removed every holiday decoration from the apartment, re-boxed everything and put it back in the closet (reorganizing it in the process), cleaned the entire place, and washed, dried, folded and put away five loads of laundry.
And now I’m writing my blog before the midday walk with Rory. I might even run some errands and see a movie this afternoon.
Snap.
I don’t know the biology behind it, but I would guess yesterday’s sloth gave me the stored up energy to breeze through my chores today. I just know I’m still going strong, and it feels good.
Rory, on the other hand, is taking a full-out nap.
His speed is very consistent: dog mode.
