These events took place on Monday, the second jerkiest day of the week after Tuesday. And I took all of the photos with my iPhone, because you need to fly by the seat of your pants when you do this.
6:20 a.m.: Alarm goes off, hit snooze three times before getting out of bed. I've heard that people who hit snooze have a tougher day ahead of them. Obviously I don't care. And also, it's Monday, so waking up a half hour late seems totally acceptable. Finally drag ass out of bed at 6:55, shower, throw on a dress and mascara (while dogs unmake recently made bed and continue sleeping on it), run downstairs.
7:18 a.m. - 7:40 a.m.: Fill up water bottle, give dogs treats after MFD lets them in from the yard, pack the day's food in bag, run back upstairs for the book I forgot, feel like spitting on asshole pine cones everywhere, leave for train station. Roar into train station, park, haul ass to the train platform, wait. The 7:37 is always late.
8:17-20: Shuffle down the hall, up and out of the station and emerge to Billy Penn. Check to see if the Preacher is in his position (read about him here and here), say hello to my favorite Homeless for Housing newspaper salesman.
3:10 p.m.: Afternoon green tea blend and watermelon
5:00 p.m. - Leave office to catch the 5:11.
read about him here) / 3 - Preacher's still preaching / 4 - Mmm, Moe's smells good. Must not purchase, have food at home / 5 - Shit, is it time to buy my monthly pass already? No, it's just Monday. / 6 - You do not need another iced coffee. / 7 - Six plus months later I cannot get over the weirdness of YoShi / 8 - Oh good, my favorite! People just standing at the top of 23 steps. Not a hazard at all / 9 - F, the platform is already too crowded for me to get a good seat.
5:11 - 5:45: Squished on the train. We stop outside of 30th near the zoo as always to let Amtrak trains through. And as always, there are men lined up three minutes before their stop so they can rush out the door and butt in front of everyone. I need to take the shuttle to the parking lot today since I have the freaking Trader Joe's heavy bag.
6:00 p.m. Arrive home. The dogs demand to be fed immediately. Dishes in the sink, SUCK. Load dishwasher.
6:10 p.m. Change clothes, change sheets, pick up top floor, watch dogs wrestle on the bed.
6:30 - 7 p.m. Throw towels in laundry, sit out with dogs, pick up living room and dining room.
8 p.m. Debbie arrives with bracelets by Debbie Rae Designs to sell at Relay For Life. When she leaves, I open mail, including this month's Ipsy.
8:10 - 11:15: Veep Veep Veep. Followed by magazine reading and bed at 11:45.
A day in the life, dunzo.
Happy happy birthday to the Dalaimomma today. Have a beautiful day mother! I love you. Read Mom's birthday blog from last year here.
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