My typical day

I know it looks like I'm not doing anything. That is not true. This is an example of what I do on a typical day now. Of course, I write all of this out. In fact, I use an ap to rearrange the schedule on an ap that lets me move tasks around easily.

I wake up at a variable time, sometimes seven or earlier, sometimes as late as noon if I have insomnia. I spend 20-45 on breakfast. Usually, I'll watch a program while I eat (right now it's 13 Reasons Why). Tomorrow I'm going to spend 20 minutes after that entering data into my financial spreadsheet. I'll be learning Spanish next for 20 minutes (unless I make a mess of it, then it's 30). I'll get dressed, change the cat litter, take out the trash, shake out the bathroom rugs. That's less than a half hour. My morning walk is next, I'll probably walk by the neighborhood store along the way, because I'm short of tea. Afterward, I'll read for a half hour, some work of fiction. Right now, I'm reading a horror anthology. Then go through a lesson in Python (a computer language).

Why Spanish and Python? I just want to learn them. They take only forty to fifty minutes a day.

My family has a matter I have to attend to, by mail. With this new computer I bought, I have to bring it up to speed, and one thing I'm missing is my calendar. I'll power up my old computer and extract that, along with all the program downloads. Sometime there, I also have to figure out how to crack into the security of my external drive, which doesn't recognize me on the new computer. This will require some hard Googling.

By then, it should be time for lunch, about thirty-five minutes, watching some show. This I'll follow with dishes. Then I'll write in my journal and diary, (fifteen minutes) and I'll do a fifteen minute writing practice. It will be time for a second walk once I'm done. Now, I'd like to do some writing, but at this time, I'll have to spend it filling out a form. Then I might take another walk. All the walks are fifteen minutes, and I try to do three of them.

I'll end the day showering and shaving and then having dinner. I might call a relative who I've been wanting to talk to for some time. Finally, I'll make out my schedule for the next day.

I lied when I said this was a typical schedule. Usually I get some writing in. However, that's been preempted by requirements of getting my new computer up to one hundred percent. I'm trying to do more and more writing. But what do I cut? The cat litter? No! The walking? I need some exercise, and I'll go nuts staying in this apartment. Dishes? Watching my money?  

What about the evening? Usually any fiction I write then has to be redone. Also, I take naps between all of that. I just found that there's no use in my bearing down and trying to work through the mental tiredness that hits me irregularly. It comes on with a headache, confusion and a bad mood. If I try to work through that, I just mistake after mistake. Maybe it has to do with nine concussions? So far, neurologists haven't been able to tell.