Time As Commodity
This is a first. I have time in the morning.
In anticipation of my first day of work, I set my alarm for 6:10. Ariel woke me at 6:07, calling out a series of "Where are you, uptairs or downtairs? UPTAIRS OR DOWNTAIRS?"s until I grabbed him before he could wake Elan, threw him under the covers with me, and cuddled him for a half an hour. In anticipation of my first long day away from him.
Work doesn't officially start until 10. 10:00. I'm hoping they'll let me shift my hours up so I can get home earlier in the evening, but today, I don't have to be there until 10. 4 hours after waking up.
So what do you do with extra time? Make your bed - check. Make lunches - check. Eat breakfast - check.
Blog? Check.
Speaking of checks, check out Dooce from a couple of days ago, where she talks about her lawsuit. Then, Google it to find out what the case is about - and here I'd heard book bublishers weren't interested in blogs. Really interesting, and about the blogger who seemed to have it all.
Happy Monday.
posted by Margo at 8:34 AM
2 Comments:
It's a be careful what you pray for thing.
I love Dooce and hope she pulls out of this soon. No time to lose when a person starts sinking (she writes about getting depressed).
How's that new job? We can't wait to hear about day one from our #1.
12:34 PM
I know what you mean about time, I've started getting up just before 6 and I'm so much more productive then. It's my blogging time and I love it.
1:13 PM
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