The Day

In the mist of a day. A day that God has made. But for what, or why. How do I use it as it was purposed. I rise as five with the ringing and buzzing. After glancing at the hyper-red glowing letters, I lay. Hoping that five minutes will turn into five hours. But they fail me. Before they escapes me, I do rise. I wander into the bathroom, grabbing fresh underwear if I happen to see them in passing. Shower. I think in the shower, about the day. I painfully do the things that are needed; put on deodorant, brush teeth, and comb hair. I get dressed with even less enthusiasm. How I look matter very little. If I was quick enough in the shower I might have time to lay on my bed for two or four minutes. I ride. The car, driven by my father coasts in the dark of early morning to its waiting place along a city street. Continuing in transport, I attempt to take back my lost sleep on the bus. Yet as painful as personal maintenance was, so is rest on spine of such a creature. Cold. I am here. At my desk. In what is an office with four walls, a door, three workstations(only mine is active now), no windows. I sit down upon arrive to spend, the little time I possess, with The Lord. I read Oswald Chambers in "My Utmost of His Highest". I have my Bible in my bag, but will wait till I have more time on the bus ride home. And so work begins. Well not until I check my mail. No snail mail please, to dangerous. E-mail before seven-thirty is never too important. Check for another hyper-red glowing light on my office phone that would signify people I would be obligated to speak to. Really the dreaded thing is not flashing. And so the eight and a half hour day begins. I find myself about nine-thirty working on one of my three tasks. The work is fairly dry so I will not bore you by discuss it. If I have survived till ten-thirty without coffee that is good. Yet if I am looking at the clock at ten-thirty that usually means I am yearning for a cup. I have been drinking VitaminWater which does instill some energy. Often I wait too long to go get coffee, if I am going to consume some this day and by lunch(twelve-thirty) might appetite is diminished. Nevertheless I scarf down an average five dollar meal and go back to work. After lunch is the most.... Zen-filled, sleep desiring time of the whole day. I feel good, but couch that sits in my living room at home would make me feel even better. It is an exciting time as I imagine what it is that I may be doing in four hours. My fantasy is of course nothing, just sitting or laying and reading or waiting a mindless show on the television. It is hard. Upon arriving into town at six p.m. it is dark. There would be things that I would like to accomplish, but the lack of light and time makes it hard. On good days, I would quick shower or rinse off, reclothe and head into town. On bad days I declothe and slip into comfort. The day is traditionally capped with a conversation with my love and best friend, Tawnya Louise Haydon. There is little for me to physically convey about my day. I try to look at a future even that would captivate our attention. Tawnya's days are oblong enough for us to discuss the physical nature of them, yet that is usually a point of stress, so much of it is better left unsaid. I thank my Lord for the day, but I can not see how I may make better use of it. As it is I cheat my body out of the required sleep that is listed on the instruction manual. I truly do not waste the time away, with stale activities like watching too much TV or video games. I am also thankful that at my current rate, I only participate in work four day per week. I do not know, but this is my day, as is typical to me.