Dragging oneself out of bed at 5 a.m. is no small task. Particularly when one is wedged between two cats, as is generally the case these days. But I've been doing it (OK ... 5:20 ... gimme a break). It's also hard to focus on writing a novel at
The hour-long commute to work in the morning goes pretty quickly, now that I'm a podcast junkie and never run out of podcasts to listen to.
Work is going well. I'm still not entirely certain what my job is supposed to be, exactly, but I'm having fun doing it, whatever it is. I'm downright comfortable with FrameMaker now, and I've been working on a good template for the internal documentation bits that I write. It doesn't sound that exciting, but it's actually kind of fun.
Lunchtime piano practice sessions are rocking. It's amazing how focused I can be when I'm not within spitting distance of a wireless connection. I've been using my 55-minute lunchtime practices for technique and Bach, and my half-hour nighttime practices for Liszt. I know that doesn't seem like a lot of practice time, but I'm so focused during these sessions, particularly the Bach sessions, that I think I'm getting more done in a shorter span of time than I normally would.
I've become a creature of habit. Because I spend my lunch hour practicing, I eat at my desk before I go. And then at 2:00 I go to a local coffee shop and get myself a cup of joe. Every day. And every day I ask if they have any bagels, and every day they tell me no. One of these days I'll learn.
And then there is the commute home. More podcasts. Have I mentioned that I've become a podcast junkie? I also downloaded the New Testament onto my iPod and am listening to that as well. I just started Luke.
Then I go straight to the gym. Do not pass Go, do not collect anything, just get my newly sedentary butt to the gym. I started training for another half-marathon this week, so I've begun following a relatively set schedule. See my sidebar (and the link to Buckeye Outdoors) for reports of how those workouts are going.
Then I run errands. Then I come home. By now it's 8 p.m. or later. I eat some sort of spinach-wrap concoction, then practice for a half-hour. Then check e-mail, then read for a while, then fall asleep around 11 p.m. Sometimes. I'm having trouble sleeping lately.
So, that's my life these days, and I'm sticking to it. Strict schedules can be good as long as they don't make us crazy.