CXIX: What the Tiger Did

Everything fell into place today. And by everything, I mean that I accomplished my goal of the day and then some.

I don't normally set daily goals for myself but today I had to because it was thrust upon me by the Burnaby Public Library. Malcolm Gladwell's What the Dog Saw was due back and I couldn't renew it since it was on hold for someone else. So I had to somehow find the time to read the last 100 pages. It went a little something like this:

• Bus ride to work - 35 minutes of effective reading
• Skytrain ride from conference at YVR back to work - 25 minutes of effective reading
• Bus ride to voice class - 10 minutes of rereading, 20 minutes of dozing off and/or sleeping
• Pre-voice class - 5 minutes of rereading (my teacher's previous lesson was highly distracting), walked to a further corner, 15 minutes of trying to absorb information about ??? (obviously failed)
• Post-voice class - 20 minutes of effective reading, seated in front of the library
• 7:15pm FINISHED and returned book!
• Ran to catch the 7:18pm shuttle and made it:)

Is it sad that I get so excited over the little things in life working out?

I think it would be sad if I didn't, because it's the little things that make up most of our short time on this Earth. They're the temporal atoms of each day.