Today was the first day of the second half of John’s fiscal year.

I don’t know much about corporate norms other than what I have learned vicariously through John, but today began a new weekly series of calls that he must be on every week.  And they begin at 8am.

He doesn’t mind (and I certainly don’t … it doesn’t really affect me at all) but I am always intrigued by such early, mandatory team meetings on a Monday (or a Friday, when John has his other big round of calls).  I mean, yes, in terms of the work week, it definitely makes sense.  Start the week and end the week prepping/recapping business.  But whew, 8am.  That’s an early start for corporate America (based on John’s prior company policies).  When I was gainfully employed I held our manager’s meeting on Tuesday at 10a (which I know was a struggle for some of my employees because … well … they either didn’t get there in time or didn’t get there at all…).  However, that was the restaurant industry.  For me to be prepared by 8a on a Monday would either require prep work on Sunday or getting up *very* early on Monday morning.  John does the latter, because he refuses to work on weekends unless it’s *absolutely* necessary.  It isn’t so bad (I guess) as it jump starts his week … but what a way to begin!  There’s no easing into work with that call schedule!

As non-drinkers and early to bed people, early on a Monday (or a Friday) isn’t wildly challenging for him.  I mean, the man wakes up at 3am voluntarily to fish and hunt, so he’s not unfamiliar with the morning.  But I wonder about all those people who might have stayed up too late or had one two many cocktails … and I feel hungover just contemplating it.  I have flashback memories …. ugh.  Woof!

Anyway.  He’s been busy all day and that’s a pretty regular Monday for us.  I have a policy of never missing a Monday workout, and I made a schedule for housework when COVID began because time can be tricky (and also it’s easy to forget!).  So Mondays are go go go for us.  Coming off another headache week I was pleasantly surprised that I wasn’t as behind with all my chores as I’d dreaded.  I dragged my feet with workouts but I got them done, so that’s what really counts and now, after blogging, I’ll head downstairs to figure out dinner and read a little while John hits the gym.  I might even make some cookie dough batter for ginger cookies …. We’ll see.

Today falls into the column of “I had a lot of thoughts this morning but by the afternoon the fatigue has erased them all” blog post.  Maybe tomorrow will be better.

At least the laundry and the banking are done.

Xox, g