Shovel, Shovel, Chop, Chop

Today is one of those days I am surprised doesn't happen to me much more often, despite my efforts to keep the wee hours free-ish for writing: I have practically no time even to blog.

So it is that writing time is on my mind and writing time is what I will write about. (I am tempted to rant about my intense and growing hatred of snow, but that would only be ironic, as profanity is already the unwanted snow clogging the arteries, driveways, and sidewalks of the Internet.)

In the short term, two "unimportant, but urgent" tasks await me: shoveling snow and preparing an experimental crock pot recipe to cook all day. The former I couldn't attend to yesterday evening because my wife needed me to take the kids so she could do some work. The latter I forgot about until I looked at my to-do list this morning. Neither would normally be much of a problem but for the fact that we have an early deadline to meet this morning for my wife to get to work. So I'll risk boring you with half-formed thoughts about time or not post at all today...

In the long term, there is good news/bad news for me, timewise, on the writing front. The good news is that our baby boy's sleeping pattern seems to have become somewhat predictable; the bad is that he pretty reliably wakes up between 5:30 and 6:00 a.m. Ouch! That was a time I had a taste of being able to use right before he showed up. I might need to contemplate flipping my schedule around a little bit if this holds up since I am eager to have something in addition to perfunctory blog posts back in my routine.

Stay tuned. In the meantime, a snow shovel and a cutting board await me.

-- CAV