The little darlings return to school on Monday, meaning summer is over. It’s been a good but not entirely productive summer. I moved, which seems productive, but it was out of necessity rather than desire. It was productive in the metaphorical (and, I suppose, literal) sense that fixing a broken window is productive. The move also forced me to trim my vacation plans, and sadly the Chicago part of the plans were trimmed. That means Resolution #10 got thrown out the window, unless I drive up there in December.

I did keep my resolution (#5) to write at least once a week, but most of this summer’s entries seem like starch and veggies instead of meat. Most of the time it felt like I was writing because I was obliged to write. I only really enjoyed writing two or three of this summer’s posts. Worse, I’ve made no progress on Resolution #2, which is to get my weight down to 192 by year’s end. It was almost down to 200 in March, but it’s shot right back up to 210 this summer.

Since it seems I was more productive when I had entirely too much to do, I’ll take the opportunity, upon my return to drawing a steady paycheck next week, to attack my resolutions with renewed resolve. I’ll exercise, I’ll eat and drink less crap, I’ll get down to 192 by 31 December. I’ll write stuff I want to write, I’ll get the unread book situation resolved, and I’ll finish the sequel to the Dilbert entry I wrote three years ago. Which reminds me: I’ll keep working on procrastinating less.