The days pass quickly. Often the things people ask me to do are difficult, and I find that if I start a project after breakfast, it is usually time for dinner by the time I am finished. Like the dogs, I measure time by the meals I eat. I seldom talk to anyone during the day. I get my marching orders in the form of terse little one line e-mails that inevitably end with a signature saying sent from my iPhone.
I'm surprised at how often I encounter the same people again and again on our morning walk. I don't know who these joggers and cyclists are, but we will pass each other at exactly the same tree or bend in the road day-after-day. Sometimes I will smile or wave, but not always. I wonder if these people think it is equally strange to pass the same guy with two Dalmatians every day. I'd hate to think that everyone's life was this regimented, but I suspect that I'm not the only one who feels the weight of busy and bored on their shoulders.
I envy the dogs. After a brisk walk in the morning, they don't go sit at a desk and design websites. They don't even read a book. What do they do eighteen hours a day? They sleep. I don't sleep nearly as much as Dot and Dash, but the small amount of sleep I do get is still my favorite part of the day. I sleep soundly and I have great dreams. If only being awake were as good as those dreams.
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