This is what, in my journalism days, we’d call a “tick tock.”
6:40 a.m.: Wake up. Stare at ceiling.
6:50 a.m.: Actually get out of bed. Dress. Pet dog. Brush teeth. Pet dog. Pack lunch (maybe). Pet dog. Get in car. Drive.
7:20 a.m. If I actually leave by this time, then I will stroll onto the train. If I don’t, I will run across the street, through the parking, around the chainlink fence, and down the sidewalk to get there before the doors close.
7:42 a.m.: Sit in the third car. Always the third car. Pray. Then listen to podcasts.
8:35 a.m.: Get off train and onto bus for a 1.5-mile trip to work.
8:51 a.m.: Get morning oatmeal. Curse coworkers who insist it’s a good idea to eat oatmeal and encourage you when you eat this tasteless glop that still cost you a few pounds, but at what cost? Oh, right, a few pounds.
9 a.m.: Start work. Describing editing is boring, even though the work isn’t, so let’s skip ahead.
On or around 1 p.m.: Read daily answer and question from “Jeopardy” calendar out loud. Someone in my department usually guesses it. I work with smart people.
5 (if I brought lunch) or 5:30 p.m. (if I didn’t): Exit work. Walk (usually) to train station. Determine, based on what you are told dinner is, whether you should just get tacos or a sandwich at the train station.
5:49 or 6:18 p.m.: On the train. More podcasts.
7ish sometime: Get home. Pet dog. Eat dinner (perhaps). Pet dog. Watch “Jeopardy” or go to gym. Pet dog.
8:30ish: Shower. Pet dog. Wonder whether dog is too needy.
9:30ish: Go to sleep.
Lather, rinse, repeat. And this doesn’t count practice days, days with extra Masses, or days where something else is going on. And yes, that’s almost a two-hour commute each way.
But most days, I like this more than I don’t. And even if I shouldn’t, I feel pretty lucky.