Just Your Typical Day

Ever look up at the end of your workday and think, "Where did the time go?" I decided to track how I spent my time the other day and this blog post is the result. Enjoy. 
  • 6:30 AM - Day gets off to a sluggish start as I'd planned to be up by 5:30.
  • 7 - 8 AM - Try to work through e-mails while fighting off attempts of both cats to derail my productivity by insisting I give them lengthy backrubs. Cats - 598, Dena - 0.
  • 8:30 - 9 AM - Interview Barefoot Josh on my radio program this month.  
  • 9:15 - 12:30 - Write and edit ongoing book project
  • 12:30 - 1:30 - Revise index for my book due out in October
  • 1:30 PM - Consider fixing lunch but choose instead to wander through the kitchen every 10 minutes and stuff random handfuls of almonds, apples, cereal, bread with honey and granola bars down my throat instead. 
  • 1:40 - Stare longingly into cupboards, mentally wiling copious amounts of chocolate to appear
  • 1:45- 2 - Sulk in chair pretending to work, but really still thinking about chocolate
  • 2-2:45 - More book writing/editing
  • 2:45 - 3 - More sulking about the no chocolate thing
  • 3:30-4:30 - e-mail, admin work
  • 4:30 - decide there's no time like the present to paint the accent wall in the hall. We've selected a bright cheery yellow to compliment the orange because we like color
  • 5:30 - I still need to do my speed work on the treadmill, but I know I'll be to tired to cook dinner if I do and I don't want all the vegetables I bought to go to waste plus I really need to eat a healthy meal. Go ahead and cook dinner and place in fridge.
  • 6:15 - Convince myself it really won't take all that long to put a second coat of paint on the wall and better to just have it over and done with. Solid logic, except the wall is going to require a third coat. Bummer. 
  • 7:10 - Finally hit the treadmill for speedwork. 
  • 8:15 - Reheat dinner in the microwave (giving myself mental high-fives for having cooked in advance) then drag dinner plate, myself, and ice bags to the couch where I ice my knee and eat gobs of food as I watch The Biggest Loser.
  • 8:30 - Blair gets home. Having stayed in one spot for more than 10 minutes, I have lost all will and ability to move. After being at work all day, he cleans up the kitchen for me. The man is a saint. 
  • 10 - Bed. Bed, bed, bed. 
And that is where my day went. How about you?