I don’t know if you’ve been reading for, oh, longer than a second; but if you have, you know that I’m a little weird. For instance, I love Mondays. I don’t dislike the weekends, especially now that I have Sundays off, but they’re not terribly structured. Again, I don’t dislike that. It’s nice to have a few days where I can get all my work done and still have a little bit of time left to have fun.
But I really going back to the routine of weekdays, too. I like having my school bag all packed and a to-do list firmly in place. Unfortunately around this time of the semester the to-do list gets a little hairy- we’ve reached the “Hey, see that pile of books over there? Yeah. Read those. And then synthesize them into a coherent argument.” stage, and that just doesn’t lend itself to a to-do list. Because try as I might, a day when I leave the house at 7:15, get home at 4:15, and leave again at 6? Probably not going to get two books on the Iran-Contras scandal read.
Just, you know, probably.
The laundry that’s piling up will be taken care of, however. Your time has come, darks and (kind of) separated lights.