My “Today I choose” chain broke today after 12 updates. My previous records were 8 days straight, and then 9. But today, I don’t feel like I was making any real “choices”. More just trying to keep my head above water, and I’m not sure I even did that.

I slept badly, again, but finally got some decent sleep around 6/7, and woke up feeling like another 12 hours would have been great. Read some stuff for work while eating my breakfast at my desk, had trouble connecting to the network, but didn’t fuss too much until I realized my morning conference call was coming up, and then I couldn’t get it to connect at all, only to find out the call was actually on the regular conference line instead of a video call. Nice going, Mr. Planner.

Good conversations at work today, but for lunch, I was running late on the work stuff and so just dashed over to Tim Horton’s for sandwiches for Jacob and I, as I was too late to get one for Andrea. And she never wants anything for snackies, so I get back, and she’s still eating her lunch so could have had a snack with us i.e. doughnut or TimBit which of course I didn’t get her one. We split mine, all good.

By late afternoon, I was feeling like yesterday’s breakfast, so ended up taking a nap. I thought I would be an hour, if that, but I actually managed to sleep and woke up feeling great at 6:00. We need groceries, and our fridge was uninspiring, so we defaulted to food at the local pub and we actually went over and ate there. A whole section of the restaurant to ourselves, it seemed. But, tbh, that’s a default script, not a choice. Sometimes it IS a choice, this one wasn’t, it was just the path of least resistance to fuel.

Back home, we played cards for awhile which was nice, but that choice is now habit and routine, not a conscious “unique” choice to celebrate. Or rather, I made that choice a long time ago.

Afterwards, I thought about blogging about my new astronomy project, I really enjoyed some stuff I was reading yesterday, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I thought I would go to bed early, but it is now after midnight, and I’m still typing and screwing around on my computer accomplishing nothing. I was just randomly surfing and reading news stuff.

I tried being semi-productive, but I can’t get my tablet to synch properly with my desktop to transfer some pictures over and this glitch of connecting to the network is really beginning to piss me off. I think I’m going to have to switch Jacob’s phone over to synching with the cloud constantly rather than manually, since his didn’t synch, and since my tablet wouldn’t synch either, I’ll likely do the same for it. But that wasn’t a choice I made tonight, it was just me pushing a decision off to a time when I have more headspace.

About the only thing I felt was a “choice” today was that I started migrating my astronomy resources from my bedroom shelves to the basement to go with all the other astro mags. I would kind of like to move a bunch more stuff out of the bedroom shelves to the basement, if only to free up the space and let me move one of two large bookshelves to the basement for added storage. I might be able to move both, which would be nice. Neither one really belongs in the bedroom, I just didn’t have good options in the office previously.

But honestly, I just moved about 20 books to the basement. That’s it. Not exactly giving me goose bumps. Seems more like simple housework than a conscious choice about how I live my life or stay in the moment.

I know some of my blah feeling is likely a result of my sinuses going haywire with the change in temps, although I thought my BP was going wonky too. Except that I have tested it twice, and it’s actually lower than normal.

I toyed with the idea today of re-kickstarting my quote collection but even though it wouldn’t have been much work either, I still wasn’t into it.

Just a blah day. But I couldn’t feel even like making a choice to feel blah was a choice. It was just the lowest common form of existence I could muster today.

Hope you made conscious choices today…my daily streak ends at 12 days.