Working in Jammies...

At the risk of alienating every friend I have who pulls on a suit and slips out the door by 7am, I have to make note of how utterly marvelous it is to work in one's jammies.  You're getting work done, but it's pure hedonistic pleasure at the same time.

One thing this cat book has shown me is that I actually get more done while working in my p.j.'s vs. being showered and dressed.  My new morning routine has been to get up at 5, play with the cats and eat breakfast, then sit down at the computer at six.  I'll work until about 9, then exercise, then work a little more.  Many days I'm not showered and dressed until close to noon.  (Hear that sound?  That's the sound of everyone reading this blog throwing their coffee cup at the computer.  Hey you people...that's office property!  Stop destroying it!)

Here's my new plan of action.  My detailed outline is due Thursday, so I'm spending today and the rest of the weekend researching like a mad woman.  I'm hoping to have enough (or over-optimistic me, more than enough) to start writing the outline on Monday.  Finalize Tuesday and submit Wednesday. That's the plan, anyway.  I'm still alternating between "I'm making a big deal over nothing.  I can get this done, no problem" to frantic panic eating where (no joke) I stuff down an apple, cereal, a few Doritos, a handful of walnuts and raisins, cottage cheese, dark chocolate, a piece of bread with honey, and then repeat the cycle all in about a 30 minute time period. 

Blair is taking the fun away from my martyr status.  He got home last night from work about 10 and was up by 4 today.  I'm thinking my "I'm working so hard" moans may appear petty.  Damn him.  =)

Off to work!  I think today I'll write about cats...