Routines

One thing about trying to write every single day is that it's sometimes difficult to find a "Jumping in" point. This differs from college days, because now so much of life is routine. Because I am sitting here with a finite number of lunch minutes remaining and I don't have the slightest idea what to write about, I will chronicle my daily routine.

5AM the alarm goes off. Re-set to 5:45, go back to sleep. 5:45, hit the snooze button. 5:56, the bedroom lights go on. Spend the next hour preparing lunches and grooming. Out the door by 7. Remember clothes, go back in the house and get dressed. Out the door by 7:12. Drop the wife off downtown and take the child to Mama & Papa Olojans. Drop him off there, outwardly happy that he is in good hands and quite content, secretly sad that when I go he doesn't share my anguish or engage in any fussing. (That's right, he's well-behaved and it bothers me) Scamper into work around 8:15 or so. Meetings, QA on my projects, assign new tasks to staff members.

Lunch. Coffee or Tea at a local shop and a sandwich from home. Sometimes when I am in the middle of a big project I will take lunch at my desk, hunkered down like I'm in my own private bunker, waiting out a shelling raid. I am trying to make a point of getting out of the office over my lunch hour these days. It's a good time to detach from work and engage in some writing. Like this journal, for example. I can't break free from ink and paper, thus this web log is a transcribed version of my treeware journal.

Afternoons are spent either in meetings or else reviewing staff assignments and/or creating more. When I say that my time is "Spent" in a meeting I mean that it is spent like a roll of quarters in an arcade: Time has passed and I've come away with nothing to show for it. Dilbert says that a meeting is when a group of people that you believe are intelligent and well-meaning get together to prove you wrong.

Come 5PM I desperately try to cram one more hour of work into thirty minutes. 5:30 or so I leave the office and cross town to pick up the wife. Together we go and reunite with our son. We go home and it is playtime, some dinner, a few books or a bath and it's off to bed for the child. An hour or two later and it's the same for us.

I could probably squeeze more time out of the day if I slept less or I did not enjoy the company of my family. But as it stands I need my sleep and I love my family. With that in mind I guess it shouldn't bother me if my entries are a little boring.

I must go now and consider the best possible method to become independently wealthy.