Write a bit about what you do on a “normal” day. Where are you? What are you doing? Are you satisfied with the situation?
This is a bit of an appropriate prompt, because I haven’t had a “normal” day since the beginning of last year.
This situation I’m in has me so out-of-sorts that there’s just nothing to say.
During the week, I’m normally booked into my prison assignment around 0700, and stay there until someone can give me a ride out. Normally, that’s by about 1615, though sometimes I do have to work later.
I’ve never settled into a routine, nor do I really want to, because this is going to be done soon.
One day, some day soon, I’ll have something more substantial to write about. I look forward to that day. Almost as much as I’m looking forward to some downtime/quality time with my wife.
My wife and I were talking this weekend about whether I’d made a mistake taking this job. No. The one with the four-letter, yes.
But, as I said, it’ll be over sooner rather than later.