The other morning I woke up and, still wiping my eyes, toddled over to the computer to check messages. This was when Facebook took it upon itself to remind me that I had an anniversary coming up – that day. Who knew.
The husband and I agreed for our anniversary we would upgrade my phone so we could play Pokemon Go together. I’m not a big fan of Pokemon, but I am a small fan of finding ways to do moderate exercise without getting bored. I’ve tried all sorts of programs. So that’s what we’ve been doing the past few days: playing Pokemon Go in the evening when the heat releases its hold on the world a bit. Late evening. Okay. Night, right before bedtime.
I have no idea if this latest exercise weight loss scheme is working yet. I’m not holding my breath or anything.
All in all it’s been a pretty active few days, though. Another bit of action happened yesterday. We took ourselves to the park for a bit of filming. Good stuff! After looking at our footage – more test footage than anything – I’ve decided to go in a different direction with this planned short piece though. I don’t normally rewrite things, but this piece is meant to be 100% improv so I have this peanut butter freedom a script doesn’t normally afford in my world.
I do love making film as a hobby, and although I have no intention of going full tilt with the things I do let’s face it: I’m headed that way fast. The Mohegan Project is growing, and I have all of these ideas (and so little time). The husband has also been bitten by the creation bug. I’m practically tearing his jaw off while pulling at the reins. Whoah, Nellie!
For now I’m trying to concentrate solely on this one little idea while planning the other 2 for the future. Y’all know that when I plan for the future, this sometimes means the far future. I won’t bore you with another update on my usual projects: it seems to be all I talk about on this blog, I swear.
The only drawback to increasing the level of my physical activity is that my schedule gets thrown completely off, and it’s hard for me to keep work going at a steady pace. Today I woke up at a classic 6 AM despite my best efforts, though, which generally means the switch in my head that puts things back on track has been flipped. I’m good for that.
But yet here I sit, wondering what I’m supposed to be doing right now. The truth is I don’t like to start work until around 1:30, which is when the husband goes back to work after coming home for lunch. Hrm.