Sunrise: My bedmates; the dog and cat must be fed, watered and out, out, out. Check temperature/weather. A big pot of coffee, toast, check phone messages and email. Run bath slowly, read Yahoo.ca news and click around the web, checking in here to see if anyone has any interest in me and/or my musings. Let furry friends in and into the bath (me not them), wash hair, think about my work schedule for the day - remember to buy a lottery ticket, dress, make lunch, blowdry hair, fill up purse, lunch bag, briefcase, car keys and house keys in pocket, make sure stove and coffee pot are turned off, throw doggie cookies over the head of my anxious pup and flee out the door.
8:30 AM In car - dog and cat at window watching me. Glad they have each other Driving down country roads in neutral whenever possible, listening to the news and going wherever they send me, arrive and work my magic.
12:30 On the road again, eating lunch in the Jeep and arriving at the afternoon appointment - need coffee, try to work some more magic, feeling envious of people who
can hire people to do the things they could do themselves if they wanted to but they don't have too, remember to buy a lottery ticket, work a little past the alloted time to show I am not clock watcher. Would love to hear a compliment but thanks will suffice.
5 PM On the way home, wonder why my good friend and I never got past the talking stage of that multi-million dollar business we planned to start, stop by the mailbox, dream of the clean house and hot dinner I would love to come home to. Put it in park, grab my bags, my dog and cat greet me, feed, water and out, out, out. Make tea, pee, check phone messages, don't sit down or I won't get up, turn on computer, strip off clothes and throw them in the kitchen sink, throw on my comfy clothes, start dinner,
wash clothes, rinse and hang up, read mail/bills, pets inside, sit down and eat dinner in front of the computer, make phone calls, give dog the plate to lick, smoke cheap Indian cigarettes.
7 PM The dog needs a walk and I force myself onto my feet and count the steps as we walk away from the house. Counting to 1000 steps and we turn around to head home. I used to count the steps on the way back until I realized it was the same amount. Oh well. My cat meets us at the end of the driveway and we all go inside. Another day, another dollar and not one of us is getting any younger. It is getting darker earlier.
8 PM In front of the computer in a dark room with the hall light on. My eyes are tired. My dog under the desk. Bills that must be paid...tomorrow. Dirty dishes in the sink...tomorrow. Waiting for the day I can tell some wonderful person who truly loves me, what life was like before we met; It wasn't bad, it wasn't good, it just was.
9 PM Beddy bye time.