7:30a – Wake, in current attempt to wake up at same time every day to combat continual lethargy. Allow myself one snooze on timer before opening flurry of texts sent by my mother from previous evening.
7:39a – Hop out of bed. Take my hair out from braid in light of bathroom mirror. Marvel at cleanliness of own hair, marvel at how it falls just so when on so many days it doesn’t. Toss it this way. Toss it that.
7:44a – Make breakfast of sausage and eggs. Realize sausage has gone bad and I failed to cook eggs fully, because all things are inherently imperfect and I am unable to contribute anything otherwise at times. Throw out rotten breakfast. Make toast instead, which is what I wanted all along.
8:07a – Read today’s allotted Listening to Your Life by Frederick Buechner. Kelly texts me moments after I finish with picture of same passage. Feel warm knowing we are waking up and reading same thing, far away as we are from each other.
8:14a – Read section from one of five scenes that needs memorizing for Chekhov class. Am pleasantly surprised that I know some of it. Read it again. Try to let it just be words and not all feelings that accompany it. “Where is it? Where did it all go?”
8: 42a – Finish up writing Just the Facts. Am shocked that it’s second hour of day and have managed to not fall behind. Enjoy watching Bruce Springsteen music video at 9am, and that it’s thing I get to do.
10a – Begin freelance publishing work. Spend whole hour wishing I was packing up my car to head out on more exciting part of day. Remind self of bank account in order to rally.
11:33a – Pack up various outfits for film shoot per Annie’s instruction. Pack bag, pack up Annie’s stuff left at apartment from overnight stay, pick up check from Boss #3 from mailbox downstairs. Walk 3 blocks to where car is parked because it’s what I have to do on Tuesday nights.
12:04p – Head to first Kohl’s. Listen to Showstopper podcast, because it is my ideal job. Enter Kohl’s for first shopping trip for Boss #1. Uneventful, but notice how much fun I have doing this particular job, which is objectively absurd.
1:12p – Put in second Kohl’s address in Google Maps. En route, am arrested by sounds of Dog Days Are Over playing from radio. Am always struck afresh by jubilance of said song. “Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back.” Have known that feeling. Is miraculous.
1:17p – Stop at gas station because it’s right there and, well, I need gas. Head inside to maybe grab bottle of water, but store portion is roughly 20 square feet and has no water bottles, only bottled Starbucks frappes. Finish pumping. Back en route.
1: 32p – Enter second Kohl’s. As I search for cart, old man working at register calls across foyer to me, “Welcome back!”, even though I have never set foot in here before. He is in middle of transaction with other customer, but follows up with, “You light up the whole room!” which is arresting both in loveliness and unexpectedness. Simply smile back in wonder.
1:37p – Am accosted by two old women in toy section, who ask me what appropriate clothing size is for 3-year old male toddler. They clearly are aware that I don’t work here as I have cart, but ask me with full confidence as if I know answer. I don’t.
2:22p – After locating what I came for, get in line. Am helped by woman named Raj, who insists my coupons aren’t real but scans them anyway. Look at her nametag and see that she has been working here since 2006. Ask her where good place nearby is to get cup of coffee. She conspiratorially tells me Whole Foods is nearby. Best news. Coupon kerfuffle forgotten in wake of coffee camaraderie.
2:34p – Head to Whole Foods. Hear Whatever You Like on radio. Love radio version, because actual version makes me blush. Am hopeful to be subject of hip hop song at some point in life. Am doubtful. Wonder how many songs are written from experience versus wished experience.
2:38p – Arrive at Whole Foods. Have exactly 20 minutes before needing to leave for call time on set. Head in, in search of Nitrobrew. Am stalled by Califia Farms stand with Peppermint Mocha cold brew, which I promptly decide to buy on way out (and subsequently marvel at complete lack of self control that always comes over me at Whole Foods). Find coffee stand. Am directed to refrigerator. Locate Nitrobrew. Pretend to have debate with self over absurd cost of coffee (exacerbated by fact that favorite cup of coffee is found at Fresh Market for literally fifth of price) all while knowing I will of course buy it because I came here for it and I feel slightly glamorous at prospect of going to film set. Stop by cookie table, which I also never let myself do. Pick up mysterious cookie that looks beautiful. Make purchases. Head to car.