I get up at 6 AM. I make the coffee and turn on my computers, put out our pills, and pour our juice, me Apple, Rhonda Orange; I take my pills and drink my juice and have the first cup of coffee and feed the cat so she won't go wake up Rhonda. Check all of my news sites and blogs. Is Thaksin Shinawatra ok? Check kid's blogs and Facebook. What happened in Israel overnight? Any major terrorist attacks? Then, Rhonda wakes up at 0630. She puts on a robe, goes to the kitchen and reads the Wall Street Journal, drinks two cups of coffee and eats breakfast, always the same: banana, yogurt, and orange juice and takes her pills. I feed the dog and take him out for a walk. Rhonda gets dressed in sweats and rows and lifts weights. I read the newspapers while riding a recumbent stationary bike and then I row. Rhonda has showered and changed into business attire and is off to work to teach two classes while I am still exercising. I then eat breakfast, usually just a banana and drink my second coffee and then check my news sites and blogs. I then grade homework and review my lecture for tomorrow before getting cleaned up to run errands. I eat lunch at Daphne's Greek restaurant. I go to the cleaners and get a battery for Rhonda's watch and mail a package to Rhonda's Dad. I come home and take the dog out. Then I check my emails, both of them, and my news sites and blogs. I write a letter to the editor and donate to a political cause. Then I grade some more homework, feed the dog and the cat and take the dog for a walk. Rhonda comes home and gets undressed and takes a nap. Then she gets up and gets dressed up in fancy clothes to go to a scholarship banquet. Thank goodness she did not ask me to go. I eat left over Indian food that is better than the day before -- Chicken Vindaloo. Then she comes home and changes into her casual clothes and we talk for five minutes before she leaves to go help Sosamma with the twins. I check my news sites and blogs and take the dog for a walk. Rhonda comes home exhausted. I want to talk about more things, but she says good night and changes into Pajamas to go to bed. I watch TV or read and take the dog for a final walk. So how many times did Rhonda change clothes today? And how well informed am I?
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5 times (if a robe counts), when are you going to write your book with all of that time reading and checking out the latest news.
I might. Did you go to that lake?
Rhonda must have felt like one of the Barbie Dolls she and I used to change clothes on a lot. CJ
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