I Gotter’ Done


Which is my way of saying, I got shit done.  Got up, went to see some friends in the Castro, went shopping at Rainbow, did two loads of laundry, did food prep for the up coming week, paid rent, cleaned the house, cooked, wrote, showered, and took out the trash.  And it’s not yet five o’clock.

I always tell myself that it will be alright to sleep in on Saturday, thus excusing myself to stay up late Friday night doing stupid shit.  Like checking out with pirated video down loads.  Then I get up late on Saturday and feel like my whole day is blown as I have got nothing accomplished, and don’t feel like leaving the house.

Just getting up a little early really made such a huge difference.  I still slept in.  I didn’t get up til 9 a.m.  Which I have to chuckle at, 9 a.m. used to never be sleeping in.  Noon, 1 p.m., 2 p.m., that was sleeping in.  Now I’m up by 6:30 a.m. every week day.  9 a.m. is delicious.

So, the next time my head tells me, to just sleep in, stay up late, and skip my morning routine, I’m going to ignore it.  Or maybe, just give the thought a nice hug, and say, “thanks for sharing, but no thank you”.

And I still have a nice chunk of time a head of me.  I’m letting some dinner warm up in the oven and then I was thinking of heading up to Noe Valley early.  I’m meeting John Ater at 7:15 p.m. at Martha’s coffee shop.  Got some stuff to check in about, you know.  Then up to see some more friends at St. Phillips.

But since I’ve gotten every thing, including sitting down and blogging, done!  I’m going to go a little early and do a little artist walk around Noe Valley.  Stop by one of my favorite stores, Urban Nest, and putter around.  Just have a nice little meander.

Play tourist in my old stomping grounds.  I feel like I’m finally, actually, really, acknowledging that I live in Nob Hill now.  I watched another neighbor move out from across the street and realized I’ve outlived a few people in the ‘hood.  I’m an inhabitant.  I live in Nob Hill and I am happy to say it.

Although I still have my Mission edginess, kind of goes with the territory of having tattoos, it has definitely been softened by my living here.  I’m like the Mission with ruffles.

I, by the way, don’t think this is a bad thing.

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