A Day in the Life

Chances are, I will look back some day, sitting in that nursing home, eating a lunch of blended pea and carrot, and I will wonder where my life went. So here's an opportunity to capture at least one day for posterity, a log of my day from Monday:

5:45 am: The bathroom light wakes me up. Cheryl has just taken Willow and Bingo downstairs. I am disoriented

6:00 am: Downstairs, in the kitchen. Time to make the coffee, experimenting with my own blend of New Orleans and Peets coffee. Put some oatmeal on the stove. I like coffee and steel-cut oatmeal in the morning

6:45 am: I walk Cheryl to her car (checking for any demons or vampires that might be lurking) and kiss her goodbye. Bingo goes to school with her today, so it's just Willow and me, and Willow's hopes are dashed, once again, as I climb the stairs up to the office. She curls up on the rug behind me.

7:00 am: Read the emails from my clients. The sky is falling, again. I prop it back up.

8:00 am: Back downstairs for more coffee. Stop to play the piano. Bach. I suck at piano but don't care.

8:20 am: More emails. I prioritize my work. Look out the window.

9:30 am: I finish answering emails and then solve a problem that would stump most 5-year-olds.

10:45 am: Work on my blog. Downstairs to play the piano. Bach. I've been trying to play this piece, off and on, since Nixon was president.

11:00 am: Willow and I go out back to survey the damage from the recent frost. Looks grim.

11:30 am: Time for lunch. More toast! Today I'm making pita bread toast with hummus and wonder if anyone is luckier than me (seriously). Watch the Daily Show, recorded from last night. Laugh out loud.

12:30 pm: Back upstairs and read more email. Solve a problem that most hamsters could solve.

3:00 pm: Work on my blog. Go downstairs to play the piano but change my mind.

3:30 pm: Time to take a nap.

5:00 pm: Wake up from nap. Read my email.

5:30 pm: Go to yoga class. It's freezing cold in the room but we soon get warmed up. The woman next to me farts and I suppress a big laugh. I realize again that the past and future don't really exist, but I still think about the day and I anticipate the different things I might eat for dinner. Probably toast. I got Cheryl a toaster for her birthday (and other things).

7:00 pm: Back home to fix toast. Cheryl and I talk about our days (mostly her day) and then we decide to watch some Rumpole of the Bailey. Really good stuff from the 70s. I forget to make the popcorn.

9:30 pm: I get into a hot bathtub full of bubbles.

9:50 pm: I kiss Cheryl good night, then turn on a little reading light and continue with the Buffy the Vampire Slayer comic book, volume 1. Great stuff.

10:10 pm: I put in my earplugs and fall asleep.