I really hate doing the marathon updates like I did last time where you get stuck reading a narrative about what I find fascinating in my own life, even though I know it isn’t actually fascinating. So, today I thought I would try a “By The Numbers.” I was first introduced to the idea by the Star Tribune, who summarizes some of their biggest stories with a By The Numbers on the front page of the paper.
Six. The number of Mexican-themed meals I have consumed in the last seven days.
Nine. The number of hours worked at “The ‘Bou.”
Twenty-seven. The number of laps I swam Wednesday morning.
Five. The number of loads of laundry that still need to be completed tonight. Yikes.
Five and a half. The average number of hours of sleep per night this week. Thanks a lot, Midterms. . .
Three. The estimated number of POTS of coffee (10 cups per pot) I consumed this week. This may explain the previous entry.
Twenty-eight. The length of time (in minutes) that it is supposed to take an ‘express’ load of laundry to wash.
Forty-two. The actual length of time (in minutes) of an ‘express’ load. (There is nothing express about being tardy, Maytag, nothing.)
Six hundred, twenty-three. The number of times I thought about chocolate cake this week. I assure you, this is not exaggerated.
Six. The number of classes attended this week.
Four. Number of classes enjoyed this week.
One. Number of days until I leave for California.
Eight. The current setting on the electric blanket.
Seventeen. The number of minutes that could have gone to something productive (like 5 loads of laundry) that instead went to this update.