A magical time exists each night. This is a time when I have complete control. I can choose to get work done, read, eat, watch TV, or anything else -- baby free. This is the time between when my son falls asleep and when I go to bed. Theoretically, this can be really productive time. Functionally, this time becomes a complete waste.
Case and point -- at this very moment I am simultaneously perusing Facebook, checking my email, writing this entry and watching a rerun of Big Love. In all fairness, I do need to prepare for the season premier of Big Love. And, it has recently come to my attention that folks may actually read my blog. This makes updating it essential. On the other hand, in less than two days I am leaving for Cairo to teach a course. I am relatively unprepared. And, in less than two weeks I begin teaching a new semester of college courses -- also unprepared. Oh, and I have to write two articles and submit them to journals within the next two weeks. My job may depend on that.
Still, I am choosing the Big Love rerun and blogging. I suppose this is cathartic in some way. Perhaps this reflection will help propel me into being proactive with this time.
