It's been two and a half months since I've started at my new job. That, holidays, and other general worries had been tagging and dragging me slow.
But I'm getting back on track. The past two weeks I've gotten back to writing, even if sometimes I'm struggling to get up and moving in time. I'm trying to find a rhythm in a new ritual: getting up and writing in the morning before I catch the bus to work.
It's got a couple of benefits, more than just actually adding writing back into my life again. It's getting me up and moving in the morning, for something other than just getting to work. That helps. It's one of the things that's a little easier to make it up in the morning, knowing that there's coffee and breakfast waiting for me before my commute in the mornings.
In a lot of ways, my life has settled into a new kind of stability. Hopefully when winter releases it erratic grip on my city I'll be back to cycling everywhere. That will free up more time in my mornings, it takes much more time to get to work when I'm riding the bus then it does if I'm biking.