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This was Day 1 of the industrious and single-minded Cello.

It went okay. And I'm happier tonight.

I didn't get to the office by 8. I got there by 9. And a detailed log of my activities showed that I accomplished six, not eight, solid hours of work. I stayed in the office until 7, because I also fell asleep on my yoga mat for an hour and a half.

On the bright side, I did get some major traction on my project. And I know I can do an even better job of concentrating tomorrow.

(This will sound pathetic, but I'm going to concede that there's nothing I can do about the napping. I'll just have to extend my office time to accomodate it. I always develop narcolepsy when I write, and it's actually a useful tool for swiftly processing material. But some of this sleepiness is no doubt pregnancy-related.)

I really appreciate the comments on that last post, btw. Bitch Ph.D., What Now, and Timna: hearing from each of you was extremely encouraging and motivating and helped me press on through the afternoon. Of course, admitting as much reveals that I did break my own rules and checked email a couple of times...

Day 2 begins in 8 hours. I have to get to the office by 8 a.m. tomorrow if I'm to log enough hours to be satisfied. (Tomorrow's goal: Seven uber-productive hours.) I'll have to leave work early tomorrow, so we can stop by at a neighbor's Hanukah Party before racing off to our Wednesday night childbirth class.