Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
This morning, I happened to notice the time as I drove along on my way to work. I glanced at the clock as I passed some of the landmarks and noted the time. All told, it took me 31 minutes to go approximately 23 miles. Almost a third of that was spent getting from my house to the freeway (about a mile). Despite the traffic, that's pretty good time.