If I could plan my perfect day, what would that be? I’m talking about “real life”, of course, not some fancypants billionaire’s ideal day. And my ideal day would be a weekend day, rather than a work day. So let’s imagine how that might go.
Start the day
I’d wake up around 8 a.m. Since I’m usually up by 6 or 7 at the latest, 8 would be a nice bit of extra sleep, without crossing over into “too much sleep that I now have a headache” territory.
I’d lounge around in bed for a bit, checking my phone for anything important that might have happened overnight. Then I’d get up, stretch, get an ice cold Dr. Pepper and mosey on over to my office to sit at my computer for a while. My daily routine starts this way regardless of what day it is. I really can’t start my day any other way. I absolutely must begin by doing the following, in this order.
- Check my bank account. I never want to go through an entire day without making sure nothing crazy happened with my money. Did something go through that I hadn’t anticipated? I need to verify that all is well there.
- Run through my Facebook and Twitter feeds to see if anything major happened, or if there are any really funny items that I can share with Gail so we can both start our day with a good laugh.
- Check all my email accounts and clear my inboxes.
Once I’ve checked everything, an hour or so has probably passed and I’d be ready for some breakfast. Gail is probably still asleep so I’d make myself something to eat and play a game or two on my phone while I munch.
Rest and piddle
Mid-morning, just as Gail starts to stir, I’m ready for a little nap. Just a half hour or so, snuggled up with the pups (Doc, Lily, and Charlie), getting a little bit of rest before the day really starts.
The afternoon would be filled with piddling. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Throw the ball to Doc, spend some more time on the computer, check out what Gail might be creating, etc. General nothingness that passes the time.
All of this would be leading up to the best part of the day.
Dinner out with friends!
We’d meet at a Mexican restaurant, catch up with each others’ lives while munching on chips and salsa, and sipping our drinks. Gail is enjoying her Dr. Pepper, I’m loving my once-in-a-blue-moon Margarita on the rocks, with salt, and our friends are indulging in whatever their favorite drink might be.
We’d chat, laugh, tell stories, and dig into our entrees when they arrived. After a fun time with great friends, we’d head home, prepare for bed, and slip into dreamland.
For me, that’s pretty much perfect.