Each Sunday morning I enter the week's appointments on a white board magnetized to the refrigerator. The places I need to be get entered by day on the left in a marker coded to the project. Along the right column in pale blue appear commitments for ensuing weeks, though rarely more than a month in advance. Beneath my list, my wife pens hers, in black ink. The majority of days have something entered. During the school term, I anticipate OLLI Mon-Thursday every day. And Whiteboard appears in black letters next to the S for Sunday.
This week, though, one week before resumption of the OLLI semester, I find my appointments stacked early in the week. Eagles on Sunday, successfully earning the NFC title. Platelet donation and family birthday on Monday. Doctor and charitable reception on Tuesday. Then no entries through the second half of the week. A rarity. Even my treadmill sessions suspend for three days at the end of each month.
Things that matter most usually do not have a fixed time to do them. Expressing myself, tracking my health, sorting out finances, reading, recreation. Few of these have assigned times on my white board, though some are habitually allocated to certain days. Weight on Mondays, YouTube creation on Mondays, Shabbos services on Saturdays, Stretching on Mondays and Thursdays, Parsha review on Thursdays, Shabbos dinner on Fridays. These all continue, though without the whiteboard entry. Just notations on the weekly outline that I create Sunday mornings and on my daily task list.
What appears on my refrigerator now and for the rest of the week are blocks of minimally interrupted time to engage in the best way.
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