March 1, 2026
Context for anti-weeknotes
This is me trying to get back into my routine.
It’s March! And it’s currently snowing. Again. But it was 50 degrees yesterday, and I asked the kid repeatedly about going outside and taking a walk. “No” all day until the kid spotted a group of about a dozen neighbors + children walking outside, and it was too much for the extrovert to resist.
By midday Friday, I was excessively wired and drained, so I got offline and finished The Observable Universe and wrote for a bit. Giving myself focused time — not simply responding to what felt like a million emails or doing dozens of small tasks — really helped my brain. In the evening, I went out with some friends from the neighborhood, and good company and good food helped, too.
I’m glad I took that time because of course Saturday morning we all woke up to news of yet another war. I caught up with a couple of friends later in the day, and there was a lot of process. I had just started to write in an attempt to get things out of my head when the kid asked to take a walk, and 20 minutes of walking in the sunshine did more than 20 minutes of writing could have at that moment.
I’m looking forward to warmer temps and to everyone being outside again. I’m looking forward to the garden growing and to observing and taking notes again.
During our walk, we stopped to listen to the birds and argued over the color of the sky. I want more of that and less *gestures at the world*
