Bring! Bring! Bring! I roll over and unlock my phone, turning the alarm off. Groaning, I pull the covers over my head, not ready to get out of the toasty bed. After nearly falling back asleep, I start scrolling through Twitter, hoping the brightness of my screen will get my brain synapses firing. In the meantime, Zach is up and nearly ready to leave. He puts on his shoes which is my cue to stop grumbling and start getting ready to face the day ahead. I throw on my jeans, the first shirt I grab and then a few more layers – these late October mornings are getting chilly. After brushing my teeth, Zach, who’s been patiently waiting for the last ten minutes, and I say goodbye to Lucy and head out to work.
Salt Lake City morning
Since we’re staying near downtown, in the factory district, the drive to Starbucks is short. We place our usual order, two everything bagels, toasted with cream cheese, a grande black coffee for me, and a venti coffee for Zach. We head to separate tables and get to work. I spend the morning chugging along on my assigned issue. I’m working on switching over some queries to a read-only database. In laymen’s terms, I’m trying to make our system able to handle more people using it. As usual, Zach’s morning contains more meetings than mine; I only have my team’s daily scrum (our everyday check-in to ask for and offer help).
Hard at work (or hardly working?)
This rarely happens, but our Salt Lake City campground has a good enough internet connection to work from their lobby for the afternoon. We head back during a break in Zach’s meetings for soup and salad in the camper. It’s a nice change of pace from our typical lunch of sandwiches in the car. I spend the rest of the workday in the lobby, which is conveniently located next to the laundry room. I knock out a load while struggling to test my code changes. I’m unable to accomplish much workwise but at least I now have clean clothes!
We took very few pictures in SLC
After work, I lay in bed for a short time, allowing my brain to recover from the day, and then change into running clothes. I fell behind on my goal of 1,000 miles when I sprained my ankle in August, but I am working hard on catching up. The past few days I’ve run from the campground, but today we drive up to Antelope Island, a state park 30 miles north of downtown. The island, occasionally a peninsula (the lake is so shallow that its area fluctuates from less than 1,000 to over 3,000 square miles), is located on the Great Salt Lake. A buffalo on the side of the road greets us– the park is home to one of the two herds in the state. The mid-fifty temperature combined with great views of the lake and a 538 politics podcast make for a great workout. I still feel good when I get back to the car; if it wasn’t for the grumbling in my stomach, I would have added on another mile or two.
The Great Salt Lake
On the way home, we pick up a pizza – black olives and pineapple, my favorite. We eat and listen to the latest Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me! laughing at all of Paula Poundstone’s jokes. In addition to running 1,000 miles, I have quite a few other goals for the year – read 50 books, finish a third of my giant cross-stich project, keep this blog semi-up-to-date. Tonight, I read 25 pages of my current book, The Happy Traveler, while Zach plays Roller Coaster Tycoon on the tablet. Once he beats the level he’s working on, I work on my cross stich while we watch Band of Brothers. Not quite ready to go to bed, we watch an Office episode and then another because they’re too darn funny to just watch one. I remember that I haven’t brushed my teeth so I begrudgingly walk the six feet to the bathroom and do so. I crawl under the covers, cuddle with Delilah – my zebra pillow pet, and try not to think about work as I drift into a deep sleep.