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Thursday, May 20, 2004
I get up in the morning around 6:30, feed the cats, let the dog outside, get the papers I mostly don't read, make coffee. By 7 or so, I'm sitting down at the computer, logged into the office, and drinking my second cup while I contemplate my day. Occasionally I get up, play with the cats, grab a sandwich, put a load of laundry in, but mostly I'm there, typing away, flying between the (it's sad but true) exhilaration of making the sentences come out right and the futility of writing documents probably no one will ever read. The technical writer's lot in life. Around five, I get up, log off, feed the cats and take the dog to the dog park - she insists, and I just can't disappoint her. I come back, fix supper, watch a little of whatever TIVO has stored up for me, maybe read a bit, and go to bed. And it struck me tonight: this is my life. I have no idea if it's a good life - it's a small one, to be sure, and it's a bit light on the doing for others part of things, but it's mine. And mostly, it suits me. And I wonder what that means.
posted by jeev |
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