On Friday, I thought I’d try tracking where I was every hour on the hour, sort of like in those “photo an hour” posts, but minus the photographs.
6:00 a.m., putting on my socks in bed, prior to sitting up for the rest of my clothing.
7:00 a.m., drinking tea in the rocking chair, Basement Cat in my lap, enjoying the early sunlight.
8:00 a.m., in the middle of a stretching session.
9:00 a.m., breakfast over, folding sheets from the dryer.
10:00 a.m., working on readings for my grad class.
11:00 a.m., same.
12:00 noon, finished putting PDFs, links, and self-typed files onto the CMS, about to eat lunch.
1:00, making notes in journal about what I’d been doing.
2:00, reviewing applications to LRU’s graduate program in English.
3:00, talking with Sir John about technical terms for roofing materials.
4:00, in my car, nearly to the town where I used to live, where I was going to pick up a new pair of glasses (old pair broke a couple of weeks ago).
5:00, shopping in the grocery store I used to shop in, larger than the local branch of that chain.
6:00, in my car again, almost to my exit.
7:00, gathering ingredients to make brownies.
8:00, watching a DVD with Sir John.
9:00, eating brownies with Sir John.
10:00, dozing off in the bathtub.
11:00, in bed with lights out.
It was strange being in my old town. The houses seem much closer together, the streets more crowded. More people were wearing masks outside, which makes sense for the denser conditions. One large building has now been completely dismantled, so that corner seems oddly empty. There was a new assistant at the shop where I picked up my glasses, though the optician I’m used to was also there. I noticed the flatness all over again. I feel much more at home here, with hills and, if not views, at least vistas.
It was a longish day, but not nearly as long as Fridays used to be when I got up at 5:45 to leave the house by 7:00 for a campus meeting at 8:30, and sometimes stayed on campus till 6:00, sometimes went to a social event on the way home, sometimes stayed up far too late reading to counteract the day full of people and events.