So let's write.  Last night Irv and Luiz and I went out to the Count Basie theater.  We got tickets for a free double feature of Resoirvoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction.  The place was mobbed, the popcorn was cheap, and everyone was SO into it!  There were no hordes of teenagers being annoying.  There were no phones out.  People cheered, clapped, and laughed out loud through both movies, and the applause didn't happen at the end, it happened with great scenes, great one-liners.  Cheap ass date night!  We're going to see the documentary Amy there next.  I love movies so much, I used to go to the second run movie theater for $2 movies two or three times a week when I was a kid.  Then I met Irv, he hates movies, and that part of my life dried up for awhile.  We had so much fun, now Irv himself is telling me to pick up tickets for the next showing when I'm in Red Bank.  So, fun!

Today is the first day in over a week that it's not 90+ degrees in the house.  With my newfound energy, I've been dying to clean the bedroom and make it 'right'.  Today sort of became that day, in between writing this.  I realize, in my life that productivity is like working out.  Something that I can do, I enjoy doing, but it takes some doing to make it happen.  Productivity and organization does not come naturally to me at all.  Clearly, based on what my desk looks like right now.  Foodstuffs, spilled weed, hair products, candy, perfume, lighters, wires, makeup, tarot cards, crayons, shot glasses... um, no pens.  No paper.  Seriously.  When I looked at my "workspace" just now, I was like "it's impossible to work here.  Just getting to paperwork is a huge hurdle to climb.  It's time to fix this.  I need to not make hard things to do any harder.

I'm looking at the ruin of my desk right now.  I gotta figure out how to put pictures in here again, because I would love to have a before and after.  Good for motivation.  I just got distracted to try to figure that out.  I got distracted from cleaning to write a bit (ok, that's ok) then I got distracted writing to add apps to my phone.  Then I got dicking around on my phone, and 10 minutes go by.  My desk is in ruin.

I will take pictures and figure it all out after.

Last night I started my planner.  It's blooming like a flower.  It's all making sense to me, and I'm falling into it perfectly.  I need this.  I can't run this house, my business, the House Stuff, and everything else that our particular situation needs from me, without some sort of navigation and set of my own books.  

What I've noticed:  Sleeping more makes me want to do more.  Doing more makes me think more about how I do things.  Thinking about how gets me thinking "how can I be more productive, more efficient?"  These are not questions I've asked of myself since...college?  Since the house burned down?  I just go and do.  Now I'm re-evaluating everything.  Efficiency, value, productivity, mental health, physical health.