If You Want to Make God Laugh . . .
Today has not gone as planned.
I had planned to get up at 7 a.m. and go running. But when the alarm went off, and I started doing my mental math to decide how many times I could hit the snooze button, I decided that I wouldn't have time to go running and still catch the bus that I wanted to take. So I decided that I'd run in the prevening instead.
So then I had planned to go into campus to work at my publications job for a few hours in the morning. But then a friend, who was going out of town for the summer and was going to leave me the keys to her apartment so I could check on it and forgot that she needed to drop off the keys until late last night, called about two minutes before I was supposed to leave for the bus to ask if she could come by with the keys. I'm not going to see J. again before I leave for Malawi, so I wanted to see her to say goodbye, not just have her drop the keys outside my place.
So I thought that I'd catch the next bus, a half hour later. But then I did more mental math and decided that it was silly to go up to campus for just an hour or two before coming back home for lunch. I would just make it an all-day prelim work day instead.
And I did go to the library for a couple of hours and read a couple of chapters from my prelim reading stack.
I came home for lunch---I'm trying to be more frugal by eating at home more often---and planned to spend a few more hours on prelim reading. But then I called my mother with a quick question and got drawn into an extended conversation about her new ceiling fan. And while I was at the library, I picked up some book requests that had arrived, including The Poisoner's Handbook. So I've spent most of the afternoon reading that and napping.
Now it's the time when I had planned to run, and I'm watching the sky darkening and the wind growing. I'd rather not be out running in the middle of a thunderstorm. And it's impossible to tell whether the storm is going to start in five minutes or an hour.
So now I'm going to try to wait it out, hoping the storm passes soon and I can still get in a run before dinner. But this day has not gone as I'd hoped so far, so . . .