At just after nine, with the morning routine finally done for the kids, I was trying to decide how to prioritize.
I ended up deciding to eat breakfast for once, something healthy no less, and to shower. Great. So now it’s just after ten.
One hour down and now less than two hours left until the mid-day kid routine. That’s how days disappear, and how all of the different projects in my life right now—gig one, gig two, teaching, and dissertation—end up in a state of perpetual go-slow.
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Oh, and good-bye, old cat. You were around for a very long time, and had a good life. You have lived through not just years, but eras. You’ll be missed. Good-bye.