Morning commute has gotten remarkably well, and the evening commute -- at least on the route 101, if the buses arrive on time -- has gotten so good, when I took the other route yesterday, a route that had traditionally been much faster, it was actually ten minutes faster than my regular commute. With it stabilizing, I'm not sure if I should talk about it so much anymore.
Work was pretty good and happy, and reasonably productive -- lots of meetings though. Got lunch with K, from previous job, at the Copley Square farmer's market. Got a grilled cheese sandwich with onions that looked good in the photos, but the serving size was small and it tasted just okay. We sad by the pond and talked about our old job, and new jobs etcetera. Her new office was exactly on one corners of the square, so that was an interesting or exciting piece of news.
Back at work, I did get a lot more done, work-wise, and writing-wise, than I regularly do. Got to almost 900 words. In the afternoon, I helped figure out a few issues, and quash a series of small annoyances that's been bothering out team for a while. Got an email from someone I knew from college, and that made me really happy.
After I was back home in the evening, I got all set to go to Aldi and make pancakes later, but I was stopped by the potential for a massive rain. My roommates showed me the weather forecast, so I decided to not take a chance (I've been already burned, or drowned rather, a few weeks ago the last time I bike to Aldi with my friend). As it happened, it didn't end up raining, and I came out looking like the goat of dover. I watched a few youtubes to chill before I cooked dinner, but my roommates were going to watch The Good Place, so I decided to watch a couple before cooking. This was at 7. It was 11.30 the next thing I knew, I hadn't made or eaten my healthy planned dinner, instead sustaining myself on roommate's fries, and I knew I was addicted. I quickly wrote down the thoughts the 12-or-so episodes we'd watched had made me think about and turned them into yesterday's post, and went on to do my weekly routine stuff. By the time I went to sleep, it was slightly past twelve, but I wasn't too worried.
Plan going forward is to front-load this daily journal to the end of the day instead of the next morning, so that there's a strict 'go to sleep' time. Additionally, if I can go to bed at 10, and be asleep by 10.30, I will have had a nice, restful sleep of 8 hours of sleep by 6am, at which point I can get at least two pieces of non-journal writing done, and perhaps go on a run too. Also, I'll be reading a little, and eating slightly more healthy going forward from today, so there's a lot to look forward to.
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