March experiment—day eleven— The log entries have become more mundane, given the emphasis on my time management experiment, and it must mean I’m thinking less about this journal. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing. First things first. I suppose I could abandon the cyclic notes and post when the mood suits me, like other bloggers, but the daily ritual is important to me. Ritual is sovereign.
Today’s sight bite— A gun-barrel-grey vault above, smudged by Dawn’s pink thumb—c-l-i-c-k—as my blurred front tire dodges reflective puddles on the pavement below.
Tomorrow— Weekday regimen put to the test once more, to be gradually internalized as habit…