Life in the Slow Lane
One hour, twenty minutes seems to be the commute time, more or less. I puttered around at a Duchess, which seems to be some sort of fake McDonald's or something, to pass the extra time before I was supposed to arrive.
My car passed the 100,000 mile mark on the way there this morning. It seems silly to call it "rolling it over" these days, since the display handles six digits fine.
Given eight hours work, three hours commute, and eight hours sleep, that's only five hours per weekday to write, cook, and otherwise live my life. Is this acceptable? I'm not sure.
I'm going to try to keep up with journaling. With any luck, there'll be as much composed thoughtfulness and fatigued rambles like this.
My car passed the 100,000 mile mark on the way there this morning. It seems silly to call it "rolling it over" these days, since the display handles six digits fine.
Given eight hours work, three hours commute, and eight hours sleep, that's only five hours per weekday to write, cook, and otherwise live my life. Is this acceptable? I'm not sure.
I'm going to try to keep up with journaling. With any luck, there'll be as much composed thoughtfulness and fatigued rambles like this.

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another one of those good things about being a contractor is that you might be able to work those hours more easily than mike does. if he could cut his commute down by only working 4 days a week, i bet he'd do it in a second.
i had actually said (facetiously, mostly) that if you could figure out a way to work one day from home, and commuted with Mike on Tuesdays, you'd have your drivetime down to 3 days a week, which sounds a lot more doable. but "real" life, i suppose, has to be more complicated than that. *wry grin*
chris
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Speaking of little freedoms, there's still that matter of which weekend would be good for you... :) In the meantime, consider books on tape. :)