I have about half my days like this. Take flat mate to train station that is less than a mile away, and all I have to worry about is keeping the cats fed and watered (They get ice cubes in their water several times a day.), the plants watered, do the dishes I mess up, and clean the litter boxes.
Quite a change from the days when I was running on 2 to 4 hours a sleep most days, worked an average of 55 hours a week, and being the only driver; had to do the shopping, drive to the laundry mat, act as roadie, cabbie for my flat mate and do a trip to Santa Cruz (Soquel, really) to see Skip Spence every time I got a day off. Oh, and I also provided a place for some friends of my flat mate that would have been out on the street if not, and drove them around too; being they didn't drive.
Gods, I was a nutter. So don't wonder why I'm now a misanthropic isolationist. 'Bout time I lived mostly for myself, huh?
