It was a kind of second New Year’s Resolution that for my own sake and for that of the dog, I would try to rouse myself from a peaceful slumber a little earlier each morning, as often as possible. Waking at, say, six AM leaves much more time for productivity in the mornings, I think to accomplish things such as eating, making a lunch, walking the dog, brewing some coffee, writing here, there, and everywhere, or maybe just answering emails, than does waking at, say, five to seven, quickly prepping, and heading to the office. On the third day of 2006 I found my alarm humming to the only non-emergency sound that will pull me from sleep with the adequate force required: a country music station. My own fault, of course. I had set the alarm the night before. And six AM comes early these days, but the tail wagging from Sparkle that she was out and about, inspecting her park, even before the sun was up, made the temporal adjustment all worth it.
And we spent some quality time together before routine became routine once again.
I’m not going to write about work here much, if at all. First, it’s not appropriate. It’s enough to know that I go to my job, do my work, and come home, regularly, on most weekdays, between about 8 and 5 PM. The house is secure and alarmed. Life goes on. And Sparkle sleeps. Second, there’s not much to say. I work at a desk. Talk on the phone. Answer emails. Write documents. Build projects. And that’s that. If I go somewhere interesting for work, I’ll mention it. If I meet someone interesting, I’ll reference that, too. But day to day, I’ll just say that “I worked.”
I worked. The commute, stemming from my slightly early departure, was a bit heavier. But I tuned up CBC and drove, arriving early. Now, to immediately break my own brand-new rule, I did recieve a notable email from dad shortly before lunch asking if I was in the office. He and mom were driving through Nisku on their way to see Grandma Madlung in the city when it occured to them that they might like to stop by and see my new office space. They were rewarded with a brief tour of my new digs, and were then quickly off and back on their way. I left the office on time, and was home to let the dog out by quarter to five. She was very happy to see me, I think.
Karin arrived home shortly after five, and no sooner had she arrived than dad and mom stopped by to say hello again. They don’t drop by often, but this was the second time in a little more than two weeks. Last time was for a quick coffee on Christmas evening before setting out on the road back to Red Deer. They sat for a while, nibbled on some baking still lingering on the counter, and dad played with Sparkle for a few minutes. Ultimately, we decided on a quick supper and left the dog alone again as we set out for the nearby “Original Joes” just a few blocks away. I ordered a turkey wrap, fries, and a salad. Karin outdid me with a steak sandwich.
We went our own ways again, the parents dropping us at our door and disappearing into the night as they tend to do. We played with Sparkle some more, before I reluctantly parked myself at the computer again to work through yet another New Year’s resolution: an update to our budget. I spent an hour or so entering account information, balances, and transactions into an old version of Quicken I had sitting around. It’s coming together, and with our humble-yet-positive assets, it’s not quite the depressing chore as last time when I budgetted merely to get out of debt.
Time flickered by, and remembering the chore of rousing myself just that morning (and the inevitable repeat performance the next) I clambered into bed with my Seinfeld philosophy book around quarter after ten and was asleep long before eleven passed by.