As anyone who knows me even casually will tell you, I likes me my TV. But it unnerves me lately how little I get done in a day. In fact, as that same anyone will tell you, I am very slow to return emails, calls, and barely ever go out. And TV is often the culprit, or rather the way that I try not to notice how much time I actually have available to me. So I’m trying a little experiment: TV fasting. Yesterday I refused to turn it on. The results?
Planned, shopped for and cooked a meal. And did all the dishes for it.
Cleared out food that I’m not going to eat from the kitchen cabinets.
Installed new hooks in the bathroom
Scrubbed the tub for the first time in way too long (Virgos avert your eyes).
Finished reading Hayman’s A Life of Jung.
Smoked a pipe.
Posted to LJ.
Read this week’s New Yorker.
Started reading James Robert Baker’s Pete and Tim.
Listened to six albums, confirming that one of my speakers is loose or blown or something, which produces an unfortunate buzzing when it tries to reproduce the more delicate tones in classical recordings
Wrote a bit.
Went to sleep at 10:30 (normal time would be 1:00 am or so). Which allowed me to get up early enough this morning to cook and eat breakfast, and post this without risking being late to the office.
And so on to day two.