In keeping with my latest plan for How to Make Things Work, I rolled out of bed at 4, into a sweatshirt and out the door with Cricket for my new Monday-Tuesday interval running routine. I maybe getting stronger, but the cardio needs work. Cricket is perfectly happy to run a block at a time, spending the next block happily meandering and sniffing while I pretend that my heart rate didn’t hit quadruple digits. Then we do it again. And again. Eventually, I intend to run the whole way.
I prepped the stuff for dinner, since I won’t be home until around 7. I’m clean. I have a lunch to take to work with me. I’ve started laundry. It’s going to be great.
The possible flaw in my grand plan comes at the other end of the day. In order to ensure that I move, I have put that on the schedule first thing, which means my journal/prayer time moves to the end of the day. Things at the end of the day often don’t happen due to bulldozers, steamrollers, giant squid, and general sloth.
In between now and then, I’m going to my first day of full-time work in a good long time. Today is the day that I get a permanent desk, that my files go where they belong, and that I have a fighting chance of finishing the tasks allotted to me in the War Against Chaos.
Ready? Set? Go!