Today, the mandatory to-do list (no flexibility) include[d]s: getting my kids out of thehouse, legal work, getting my teeth cleaned, getting the house cleaned preparatory to the cleaning ladies’ arrival, picking my daughter up from school to get her to her carpool, bringing my son to his rehearsal, grocery shopping, getting my son from his rehearsal, getting my daughter from her carpool, getting dinner on the table, and then, if I’m lucky, blogging. Also, if I’m lucky, I can squeeze in some martial arts in the middle of the day, because I badly need to relax.
Written out, it all seems so banal, but in practical fact, it means non-stop doing, to-ing and fro-ing, from 6 in the morning until 8 or 9 at night. No single task is herculean, or even that taxing. It’s putting them all together, seriatim, that wears on me.
This is an open thread until I get a chance to throw in my own two cents.