I wake earlier than I wanted to.
I fill the extra time by completing small tasks that would have begged my attention throughout the day.
I feel accomplished.
I drive kids here and there; to and fro.
I answer email, much smaller in volume, as I wind down one position and start to think of another.
I text kids in their various places – checking in to see how their days are going.
I read: the Bible, my book; I complete my required DuoLingo lessons.
I make dinner, wash the dishes, and read some more.
I finish a long nonfiction book and write a review.
I choose a shorter book from my TBR pile as a reward for reading something long.
I long for bedtime.
I make sure that everyone is showered, has their teeth brushed, and has completed their tasks for the day.
I look at my calendar and write on my to-do list for tomorrow.
I wake up an hour and fifteen minutes earlier than I needed to.
I complete some tasks before heading out to work.
I run my daughter to camp, make my sons lunch; visit the bank and read.
I enjoy the things that I am doing, but I notice that it sounds like a checklist of life, instead of living…