A day in the life

My mornings start in a small town before sunrise. I wake up at my house in Plant City, shower, steam

my clothes, get dressed, make coffee (most days), walk one or more dogs, get into my little red prius, jump on east bound I-4, turn on 98.3 to listen to The Max Morning Show until the signal fades, change over to 90.7, which Orlando's NPR station for some audiological intellectual osmosis (it's too early to actually pay attention), exit I-4 onto 528, blast some manor of Metal or Dub Step, or Downbeat Jazz, pull into the office, yawn, walk to my desk, sit down, and watch the sun rise.

Wow, that's a long sentence. 

My work day ends at 5:00pm. I walk to my car and the entire story plays in reverse (minus one or two details since the morning show is only on in the morning). By the time I get home it is dusk and the wife, kids, and dogs are all winding down for the day. We eat dinner, and the sun sets. 

Sometimes I get the sense that I'm living a version of that plot point in many movies where the small town guy gets a real job and moves to the big city, far away from his family; only I do it every morning and undo it every evening. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to listen to NPR and yell at passing motorists.