The First Thing You Do Every Day

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and get to work. Right now I’ve got about twelve drafts sitting in my draft folder and too many mornings I wander from one to the other, sampling each like a bee in a clover patch.</p><h2 id="e763">Not this morning</h2><p id="e302">I’ve got into the habit of having my daily fictional obituary’s photo and name picked out the night before so there was Professor James Reilly this morning and for whatever reason, I got right to work.</p><div id="8441" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-obituaries-of-january-3ab25f5fc0db"> <div> <div> <h2>The Obituaries of January*</h2> <div><h3>Professor James Reilly…… November 22, 1954 — January 17, 2020</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*c2bT4EzYPNNxfteeHDbz3g.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="12e2">While I was working, our internet connection was being wonky. I was also thinking I needed to get to my PT stretches or I wouldn’t be able to move later, but I just kept at it

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(will you be even a little bit surprised that I <i>still</i> haven’t done those stretches?).</p><p id="6202">These little gems are surprisingly tough sometimes; these fictional obituaries. Usually, once I find the right photo the name comes right to me and most of the beginning of the story. But not always and Professor Reilly was a complete pain. You’ll see when you read it that I wound up basically giving up on the good professor. Sorry, James.</p><p id="e30c">I managed to finish the piece when my partner asked if I’d go get the clothes out of the dryer in the basement. I paused, thinking I should go ahead and publish Professor Reilly’s obituary before I went and then decided I’d do it when I got back.</p><h2 id="a23a">That’s when the internet crapped out for real</h2><p id="6398">It took me about two hours to realize I could publish Professor Reilly’s obituary from my phone.</p><p id="b73b">Duh.</p><p id="4d84">So the first thing I did today was to write an obituary for a non-existant professor of modern and post-modern literature that I’m still not entirely certain I got right.</p><p id="08de">You’ll let me know.</p><p id="fb2d"><i>© Remington Write 2020. All Rights Reserved.</i></p></article></body>

Is the one thing you’ll do right

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My good and dear friend, Neil (one of my two husbands, remember?), is the King of Aphorisms.

Several of my favorites include “The shortest distance between two points is indoors” (spoken by a true Quebecois who has spent enough time being cold, thank you very much), “Embrace the beige” and my favorite, “The first thing you do every day is the thing you will do right”.

I forget that last one often and, without fail, find myself slogging through quicksand of seventeen different things that I’m trying to do at the same time first thing in the morning.

It was curiously easier to remember that handy little dictum when I had the day job which allowed only forty to sixty minutes tops to get my writing in before it was time to shower and get to work. Right now I’ve got about twelve drafts sitting in my draft folder and too many mornings I wander from one to the other, sampling each like a bee in a clover patch.

Not this morning

I’ve got into the habit of having my daily fictional obituary’s photo and name picked out the night before so there was Professor James Reilly this morning and for whatever reason, I got right to work.

While I was working, our internet connection was being wonky. I was also thinking I needed to get to my PT stretches or I wouldn’t be able to move later, but I just kept at it (will you be even a little bit surprised that I still haven’t done those stretches?).

These little gems are surprisingly tough sometimes; these fictional obituaries. Usually, once I find the right photo the name comes right to me and most of the beginning of the story. But not always and Professor Reilly was a complete pain. You’ll see when you read it that I wound up basically giving up on the good professor. Sorry, James.

I managed to finish the piece when my partner asked if I’d go get the clothes out of the dryer in the basement. I paused, thinking I should go ahead and publish Professor Reilly’s obituary before I went and then decided I’d do it when I got back.

That’s when the internet crapped out for real

It took me about two hours to realize I could publish Professor Reilly’s obituary from my phone.

Duh.

So the first thing I did today was to write an obituary for a non-existant professor of modern and post-modern literature that I’m still not entirely certain I got right.

You’ll let me know.