True Story©… My Life in (Bad) Timing
… and we’re back! It should be noted that I spend roughly a third of my time alone with my dogs. Wife Person™ leaves for work at 7am, and twenty minutes later I take Ava to my mom to drop off at school, from which she will also be the one to pick her up. I am out and back before I clock in by 8am. I am in the house by myself until Wife Person™ returns at about 4. Carve out the eighty minutes I spend exercising before waking them and I’m alone with the boys 11.5 hours a day five days a week and there went 57.5 of 168 hours. It is further noteworthy that middle-child-by-birth-order life has already instilled me with the social awkwardness that allows one to become their own favorite company. I say that to say that social cues have and likely will never be my thing, and that working from home will prove to have done nothing to fix this. Anyway… Despite my normal isolation and my absolute comfort with it, so long as there is music, a podcast or some combination of