It's been six weeks of freedom.
I have to make up stories about how I've been spending my time. In fact, I've started a daily diary listing my activities, on paper, for my own use. Otherwise I'd wonder myself.
I am writing a book. That's my primary activity. I'm 75 pages in and have the overall plot sketched out. I am thrilled that I'm managing to write consistently. I allocate a minimum of 2 hours and/or 800 words daily, every working day to writing. It's often longer. Today was 3.5 hours and over a thousand words. I guess that's slow, but I've always been a relatively slow writer, even as a professional. I'm okay with that.
The rest of my time generally gets taken up doing more of the kind of thing I'd be doing evenings and weekends if I were working. Before it got so hot, I did some baking. In fact, I experimented with baking over charcoal. I do some housework, and yard work, and shopping. I cook meals that are much more elaborate than I'd ordinarily prepare on weekdays. I sometimes go bird watching during the day, or explore parts of town that I might not ordinarily visit. We've acquired and preserved strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries. We did a weekend camping trip, but were able to stretch it to pretty near 4 days because we had no real need to rush back.
Primarily, I don't have to ration my time. That started out feeling luxurious, but now feels quite normal.
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