Of course, moving anywhere requires an adjustment. I’m a morning person, and Mérida is home to night owls. I work a day job, and whatever I do to make money in Centro won’t necessarily (or likely) be 9-5.
It’s not too soon to start my to-do list, actionable once we’re living in our new casa.
7 a.m.: Don’t get up. Stay in bed. Reach for the eye mask if you have to. Or, if not acclimated to later hours, go for a brisk walk. Then, back to bed.
8 a.m.: Contemplate getting up. Don’t. Be strong.
9 a.m.: Get up. Hose down the plants, have coffee. Feed the stray cats. Pick at last night’s leftovers for breakfast.
10 a.m.: Run the daily newspapers through Google Translate because you still don’t know Spanish.
10:30 a.m.: Daily Spanish lessons, preferably with a private tutor who adores me and laughs at my jokes
11 a.m.: Blog. Moderate comments, if any. Read other blogs. Leave comments on other blogs. See if your snarky comment on another blog was approved. Check site stats making note of bounce rate and uniques. Compare hits with same day in the previous week.
Noon: Hope that somebody is making lunch. Honey? Nobody’s making lunch. Whip up something off the top of your head that’s creative, fun, delicious, seasonal and healthy, because that’s the kind of super-amazing cook you’ve become after that day at Los Dos.
12:10 p.m.: Nap time!
4 p.m.: Cocktail hour!
5 p.m.: Either read or work on a novel. Resist urge to check blog’s site stats again.
6 p.m.: Do something constructive to keep your mind off food. Since we’re meridanos now, dinner’s not until 10, and with your level of activity you have no business snacking. Try a crafts project.
10 p.m.: Dinner. You promised you’d learn to cook with meats and produce from Santa Ana market, so make sure the packaging from Mega is buried at the bottom of the trash bin.
11 p.m.: Time to shut the brain down. Is MSNBC available on Cablemás?
Midnight: Unthinkable NOB, I’m up at midnight, but there’s a cooling breeze and the terrace is so inviting. One more drink, and then off to bed.