6:10 a.m. Wake up to get daughter on school bus
6:12 a.m. Realize I don’t feel that great; attribute it to large pork roast and bottle of Portuguese wine at 10 p.m. last night.
6:20 a.m. Drink coffee
6:47 a.m. Put daughter on bus
6:50 a.m. Write blog post about blogging while trying to disguise identity of person I argued with about whether my blog is unfair
8:45 a.m. Start to rehearse Long Island Sound talk scheduled for Wednesday morning to conference of garden clubs from Connecticut and RI.
8:47 a.m. Called away by wife, who finds box turtle near house
8:47 a.m.-10 a.m. Watch box turtle walk across property
10:05 a.m. Rehearse talk
noon Eat lunch -- two veggie burgers with lettuce and salsa, on sesame bread toast
12:15 p.m. Realize that two veggie burgers worth of soy in one meal is probably too much for my intestines to tolerate comfortably.
1 p.m. Take 20-minute nap
1:15 p.m. Drive to New Canaan to get acid reflux prescription and buy gin at Franco’s. Chat with Rick Franco who last year gave us four free box seat tickets to Mets. Try to extend the conversation long enough for him to give us tickets again but no luck
2:15 p.m. Play tennis with wife for 45 minutes while 7-year-old son is in 45-minute-long tennis “camp.” 7-year-old son thinks it’s great that he can hit ball from his court, over two tall chainlink fences, onto our court.
4:30 p.m. Take son and daughter to town park pool. Sit in chair and read McPhee article in New Yorker about UPS and think, ‘John, who cares!?’ Stop reading and take nap.
5:45 p.m. Dump compost in garden, water vegetables
6:45 p.m. Shower
7 p.m. Sit on deck and drink gin and tonic and watch box turtle fight her way through grass, which I haven’t mown in weeks because box turtles nest there.
7:45 p.m. Eat sauted sulphureous mushrooms that wife found on neighbor’s oak tree, and grilled turkey breast, for dinner
8:17 p.m. Remark on how light it is out
8:18 p.m. Lament that days will now be getting shorter
8:30 p.m. Excuse self from table outside where wife and mother-in-law are finishing dinner to go watch Mets.
8:30-10:30 p.m. Watch Mets
10:45 p.m. Go to bed
** Idea borrowed from my daughter, who pioneered the minute-by-minute account on a blog she does with a fellow sixth-grader.