17 de enero del 2018, miércoles
He told me it killed him to watch me work.
He told me I reminded him of how hard his parents used to work to survive back home.
He told me to find something closer.
He told me he hated that we couldn’t cook and have dinner together;
and here is why:
5:02 a.m. Alarm goes off
5:10 a.m. Get out of bed, shower, and get ready for work
6:10 a.m. Prepare coffee/mate and grab lunch out of the refrigerator
6:20 a.m. Walk two l o n g suburban blocks to the train station
6:45 a.m. Train leaves station, SF bound, with limited stops
8:15 a.m. Get to SF and transfer to muni.
From the Embarcadero station-walk to work
8:15 a.m. Work AKA run around the office
1:00 p.m. Lunch AKA walk around the city or walk to the Ferry Building (my favorite) to sit and stare out onto the ocean
2:00 p.m. Continue working– reading, research, writing, and update my resume
5:00 p.m. Start closing up the shop and change shoes: heels, flats or boots-depends on the weather
5:25 p.m. Begin the commute home-walk back to the Embarcadero muni
6:12 p.m. Train leaves station: SJ bound with limited stops. Do I have time to buy a road beer? YES!
7:15 p.m. Walk home
7:30 p.m. Arrive home and get into my comfy clothes
7:45 p.m. Have a snack
8:00 p.m. Prep lunch; play with cats and watch some TV
9:00 p.m. Wind down with a little weed and yoga
10:00 p.m. Get in bed and fall sleep
R E P E A T . . .