Yesterday was my first day on the new schedule, and I started out punching the keyboard shortly after seven in the morning. Wow! It was quite nice being able to get some focus-specific work done without anyone there. No interruptions lent to some good productivity. When 11:45 rolled around, I was more than ready to take my lunch. As life would have it, I didn't leave until almost 12:45. So be it. I still managed to get in a great swim, get back to work, and solve problems. The evening found me cooking again, but I threw in a twist: chicken breasts with a side salad, croissants, and croissant-covered, baked Brie. Yum! All in all a great day!
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Although I didn't get to bed until close to midnight last night, I was still confident that getting up early would pay off. The morning started out fine. I steamed along at work, attending emails and trying to move forward on a long-standing task. I didn't get as far along as I wanted, and the dreaded Tuesday meetings started. Soon enough, it was noon, and I was stuck in a 90+ minute meeting. We did get lunch, but I wasn't knocking off tasks as I would have liked. Right after the meeting, Jesse and I spent time with co-workers explaining some of the more interesting and confusing characteristics of HTML-based email. Not a half hour later, I was in another hour-long meeting.
Four thirty was staring at me, and a high-priority fix consumed another hour. Conspicuously missing: my workout! My run! It didn't happen. In fact, I didn't get out of the office until 18:00! Arg! I started out early hoping to carve out time in the afternoon or leave early and neither happened.
"Block out time, at the same time of day, every day, and people will schedule around you." This was the advice given me by my boss about a month or so ago. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Life, and all that comes with it, sometimes shuffles priorities and timelines around you. I said I wanted to complain, and if I left the post here, it might qualify.
In fact, I headed home in a sour mood, forewarning Meghan before I got there. I wanted to order supper, deliver, and then run while everyone ate. That's when I learned that our back door was stuck. Connor had slammed the door once too many times. The hinges had loosened in the old frame, and the doorknob bolt was stuck in the extended position. I couldn't have a fire hazard in the house over night, so back to work I went.
It just so happened that I had a set of new door locks awaiting installation from last August or September. After cutting out the old slide with a saws-all and remounting the door, I picked up dinner at McDonalds and finished up the lock installation by around 20:45. All in all, I've had approximately 30 minutes of down-time today.
The whole day today has been about dealing with the pot holes on the road that life takes you. One after another I dodged, swerved, or jumped over them. I'm not always graceful, and I don't always land on my feet, but I always get up and keep moving.
Tomorrow? Another early day. In fact, it's time to turn in. I have a plan, and this one involves a morning run while dropping off the car to get an oil change. I know I'll make this one, since there won't be any interruptions from work to deal with -- lesson learned. Still, who knows what's going to happen.
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I've finished my favorite night-cap, so it's time to say good night! Here's to a pothole-filled day!