Monday morning, I embark on new routines. I try to wake between 7 and 8am. I eat all meals at home, so for breakfast I brew coffee and have cereal or a bagel while reading my stack of magazines. After breakfast, I type in the journal and edit a previous entry from about a month ago.
I then noodle more on the computer, either to program in Python a show for the sheep bus or to peruse e-mail. I still need to sort digital photos from my trip west before I forget what they depict.
Mid-morning, I exercise. I run to the middle of Golden Gate Park or I do push-ups and sit-ups at home. After exercise, I meditate for 15 minutes. I ought to be clearing the mind, but for this quarter-hour I shift the bones in my back.
For the rest of the morning, I assemble craft projects. I’m currently making an icosahedron indoskeleton, perhaps a good band name.
Lunch, I eat leftovers from my freezer’s larder. I have yet to cook both lunch and dinner.
I venture out of the house in the afternoon to run errands and look about. I’m amassing supplies for Burning Man and collecting materials for my craft projects. The ladies at the fabric store recognize me.
I heat up a quiet dinner. I socialize in the evenings if anyone is about. Otherwise, I tinker some more, read a book, and obsess over the dwindling days.