Did someone hit the Spring button by mistake?

So this is what it feels like to be writing my very first entry of the first full week of the new year.   

It doesn't bode well that I forgot yesterday was Wednesday.  After all, Wednesday was supposed to be my motivation.   I have to admit that I haven't been very good at managing my days lately.  Actually, I've been forgetting my days.  Must be a dilemma faced by people who work from home, people without children to keep them on some sort of school schedule, holidays, pediatric appointments and such.  I actually forgot it was New Years Eve last week - and was trying to conduct business, wondering why I was batting zero, when I realized that no one was answering phones because, for crying out loud, no one was really working.

Except Moi - by reason of insanity.    

I used to joke with my 'mommy' friends, that my only dilemma each morning was whether to add cinnamon to my coffee, or to not add cinnamon to my coffee.  Cinnamon, no cinnamon.  It was simple.  Oh, what a difference a few years make.  Ask them now, and I'm sure they can tell you what day of the week it is.  Me, I'm stand there in my kitchen, wondering is it Sunday and "should I put coffee in my cinnamon?"

I'm sure it's nothing more than not having children to keep me honest with a schedule. That's it. I'll pay more attention to the rhythm of the neighborhood - other people's children.  And I'll add cinnamon every morning to my coffee - make it easy on myself.

I'll just need to be sure I remember Thursday and Friday - street sweeping. (no free lancer big bucks to cover the parking tickets.)    

So, last week was freezing.  I was sitting at my computer, freezing (remember no free lancer big bucks) trying to stay focused on the task at hand - work.  Now, yesterday and today, it's as if the big guy upstairs missed the snooze button and hit the Early Spring button instead!  Thank you Jee-zuz!

The birds were outside my kitchen and bedroom window, like little feathered sirens, willing me out of bed with their sweet spring songs.  Actually, they just wanted me for the seeds I put out each morning.  They won. So I did.  I climbed out of bed (I now climb out of bed).  

And I'm so glad I did because it is beautiful outside.  I'm sitting here, at my computer fully caffeinated, entirely content because I can move freely - not having to wear four shirts, a sweater and a shawl and hand warmers and old lady socks over my long trouser socks.  I'm in a sweater.  A single light spring sweater.

And I'm loving it.  

But it made me remember my old apartment, where the heat of the units below mine wafted up into my unit, and ne'er a heater I needed.  I remembered my writing space - and I miss it.  

As far as I'm concerned, the big guy upstairs can miss his snooze button any day - I wish he would.