Today, What is My Schedule?

Yes, that's correct. It doesn't make a difference.

It's already 6:30 a.m., and I haven't even checked the schedule to remind myself and Lily that this is, in fact, Monday, February 10th. Lily is a newborn German shepherd with such strict routines that she should go out, return in, lunch, leave the house, and come in very promptly after being let out of her box next to my couch.

Lily stirs, but we shouldn't get up at 4:30 We get out of bed because Ruby is yowling and won't stop until she receives food, and I don't need her to awaken up my family. Since he's back into the workforce, it's even more important.

But every week is Friday for me. Even if I had to work on Fridays, which I seldom did, Fridays were great because Saturday was always the next day. It's still fantastic.

Come to think of it, Monday is the same way.

My mind has been burdened down by thoughts of Ukraine's brave people, so even writing something lighthearted seems inappropriate. People our age, on the other hand, understand what it's like to have battles blazing far off and need to carry on with a semblance of normalcy.

A four german shepherd is a great way to pass the time. The particularly initial thing this morning, when she's a speeding crazy lady on a mission to herd Lily and fling items around the lounge room. And since it's too cold to keep the back door open for her this morning, my work consists of chasing Ruby in and out for pee breaks.

Having new activities to undertake is beneficial to our overall health. I aim to be mobile as long as I am lucky enough to be mobile; with Ella at my side, I can always close the "stand up" circle on my Apple watch, despite an app that tells me I must start standing up when an hourly.

Once per hour, I'm lucky if I have a chance to sit down.

My university students used to study a chapter called "Limited Resources in Sex" from Spielberger and Tice's book The Sociological Component of Sex. In long-term partnerships, it represents the natural rise and fall of affection.

Because passion enjoys just that little bit of innovativeness, just that little bit of astonishment, the report argues that we should continue to develop and evolve throughout our lives.

Even when our hair is grey and we shock ourselves each day by seeing a weird old person in the mirror, we need to keep learning, experiencing experiences, adapting, and adopting new points of view.

I was quite pleased writing and learning to paint until our german shepherd, Rocky, died, and I realized I couldn't live without a dog for the rest of my life. All other dogs seem too stupid to bother with once you've lived with a german shepherd.

So you have a german shepherd puppy who seems to be smart enough to hurry outdoors as soon as she discovers contraband, to politely indicate to the treat bag when she returns after pottying, to quickly learn new instructions, and to residential himself.

So I basically keep up with Lily for 14 hours a day. Since the entire universe flows immediately into Ruby's mouth, there is no need for a portrait.

My drawing area has indeed been sealed off now and fortified, and you should've seen her expression when she realized I had shifted my work area and she couldn't get markers and art supplies out of their containers while standing on the sofa.

(I simply took out a very slight actuator explanation page from Ruby's lips, only one of a million lips I'll do today.)

On the dining room table, my husband is putting together a model airplane. I only hope she got the paper from the floor rather than the table; if she gets on the table, we'll have to switch to minimalism right away.

It's like creating a second home, only we can put her in her crate if we need to. I make sure she spends at least an hour in there most days so I can conduct business and then go for a trip without worrying about her losing her head.

In our society, resisting the busyness culture is a difficult undertaking. Humans that aren't busy aren't very popular.

We must be unproductive if we are not occupied. We must be unmotivated if we are not occupied. We must be depressed if we are not occupied.

Please believe me when I say that we are none of the above.

You may identify and focus on what really important to you when you leave the whirlwind of activity behind.

Have we figured it out yet, more than a year into the pandemic? What do you consider to be the most significant aspects of your life? Is this something you do on a regular basis? Is it your personality?

Allow yourself plenty of time. Consider that for a moment.

I don't have anything urgent to do right now, so I'm free to stay.