Boy, do I love the weekends these days. Try as I might, I can't seem to make myself get to bed earlier than 11:30 or midnight, and I have to get up by 6:30. I do much better with a regular sleep pattern, and I also work best when that sleep pattern involves going to bed earlier and getting up earlier. The big loser here is exercise. As in, I'm getting almost none of it. I haven't run regularly since Xmas, and it affects my mood and self-perception something awful.

So when the weekend gets here, I sleep. A lot. I wake up to find excuses to sleep more. Quite frankly it's probably symptomatic of depression, which regular exercise helps me keep in check. If only it weren't a whopping 5 degrees here (minus-15-degree wind chill, I understand). That kinda puts a damper on those long runs. I like having feeling in my face, and I'm not sure I'm ready to give that up just yet.