Last month, the person that I will forever think of as erin-dot-erin did an exercise of following a day by taking a picture each hour. I thought this was a darn good idea and thought it might be fun to cover a day in the life of Stevil. Erin did hers for 10 on 10 – that is a picture an hour for 10 hours on the 10th of the month, but I didn’t feel like waiting another two weeks, so you’re getting 12 on 28.
7 am. The morning started like most others, with Penny and I heading up to the summit of Mt Miramar. She runs, I walk. (The Beloved is out of town until tomorrow.) Cloudy day, but still a pretty good view.
8 am. We’re just starting some renovations, so Penny is coming to work with me a lot. We head in and I must endure the dreadful ocean view commute that I have. Again.
9 am. As I collect my thoughts for the day, the most important thing is, of course, coffee. That experiment can wait a couple of minutes.
10 am. Okay, okay. I’ll start the damn experiment already.
11 am. When I was in grad school, “going to the chemistry library” was a euphemism for “I’m going to go screw off for a while”. Sadly, the internet has taken that away and the sum of human knowledge is at your fingertips. Though sometimes you have to pay a subscription fee.
Noon. Lunchtime! Peppered turkey breast (which was pretty damn tasteless–boo) on homemade quinoa bread with mustard and swiss. Toss in a mishmash of dates, almonds and choco acai berries and it’s all gone too fast.
1 pm. After a busy morning of following me around and going out for a post-lunch pee, Penny gives up the ghost.
2 pm. Experiment in incubator until tomorrow. Talk about delayed gratification.
3 pm. Mondays are usually short as I have my weekly piano lesson on Monday afternoon. Is there a problem with me leaving work this early? Hey, I’m a founder! I can leave whenever I damn well please.
4 pm. Good lesson, heading home. Penny is long enough to stand in the backseat and put her head on your shoulder. I mean, why should you be denied a dog (or vice versa) just because you’re driving?
5 pm. As I said nine hours ago, we’re having some renovations done, and I bet you can guess that we’re getting new floors installed.
6 pm. Okay, grass is cut, so it’s time for happy hour (a blood orange martini) and a little Words With Friends before dinner.
Okay – that’s 12 hours – not a bad day at all. Dinner looks like it’s going to be some left over pesto pasta that I made last night. And my last “Non-Beloved Movie” is going to get queued up — a trip down memory lane with a re-watching of “Cloverfield”.