But I just don't have the time.
7:15 am (on a Sunday, mind you!) wake up and roll out of bed.
8:00 am: having put on a dress, some random jewelry, and a jacket, and having stuffed another sweater and shawl in my bag, head to Starbucks for tea and an egg sandwich. Spend half an hour over breakfast and a Comment I'm editing.
8:30 am: dash across the Park to dump some stuff in my office and pick up a respectable pair of shoes for Church. Head to church.
9:00 am: get to church bang on time. Admire the crowd--so much larger than the Church down the street that I went to when my friend was in town. Admire the windows that are utterly splendid. Generally enjoy the service. Even--yes!--get in some prayer and meditation. It happens.
10:15 am: settle in at my desk with another cup of tea. Finish editing Comment, agonizing over it and wishing I'd had a crack at it earlier in its life. Send it off, and confer with another LR Board Member who is even more over-worked and angst-ridden than I. It's not possible, but I swear it's true.
5:00 pm: having finished LR work and started on a certain Memo, take a short break to dash to the drugstore and another store. Little (no) luck at either.
5:40 pm: return to the office with a bottle of tea, a fat-free yogurt, and a fear of the future. Work like fury on the Memo.
8:00 pm: field a call from Friend who Insists On Eating. Real Food. Promise friend faithfully that I am leaving for dinner Right Now.
8:19 pm: force myself to close out all the computer programs, chuck printouts (it turns out, not all the right ones) in my bag, and hustle Downtown for dinner. Read on the train.
9:08 pm: arrive, breathless, at the restaurant, having waited for two trains and struggled through chilly rain toward this distant restaurant.
Some time much, much later: pry myself out of my seat, collect my jacket, and fall into a cab. Arrive at my place feeling horridly guilty about not posting in . . . let us just draw a veil over that. We will leave it at "some time." Dash of the "Here is my day" post.
And now, bed. I need to get up in 4 hours. It may be closer to 5 before I actually manage it. But oh, that Memo. It won't write itself.
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