What Day is It?

I am a perpetual clock and calendar watcher. I need to know the time at any given minute of the day. Same thing for the date. I recently finished reading The Wall, a post apocalyptic novel where the main character also worries about the time until her time pieces fail. Why would you need to worry about the time after the apocalypse?

By the way, the apocalypse is a favorite day dreaming topic of mine. How nice it would be to simply worry about getting food, finding shelter, and not dying from whatever catastrophe that has tried to wipe out mankind. Sometimes, the apocalypse seems preferable to whatever First World problems I am currently struggling with.

​Back to the time and date.

The last five years.

Each December I wait patiently for the next year's calendar. In the past I used to get 2 or 3 as gifts. The last few years, I've had to buy my own. The weird thing is that I am super picky about my calendar. I prefer the pages to be attached with wire because they hang flatter. I also need big squares for writing.

Lots of room to write.

This year, I bought my calendar from Amazon. It took a bit of hunting, but I found the perfect will-reorder-it-again calendar. It uses wire to hold the pages together, win. Not only are the squares large, but there are also lines for notes, another win. And then, making all of my dreams come true, there is space for a To-Do list and additional Notes. We have a winner, folks!

An NQR day.

I keep the calendar hanging at the barn for use as a daily log or journal. I write down how the horses look, it's called an SG check and an Iz check. On the days I ride, I note for how long and "grade" the ride. I also note any wounds or anything that's Not Quite Right (NQR).

If it's written down, my OCD tendencies force me to fill in the blanks.

Keeping a quick daily log has proven incredibly useful when something crops up. I can look back to see when that "thing" first started and how long it's taking to heal. I can also answer the vet's questions more intelligently. Instead of it's been there "awhile," I can be very specific. 

The notes also remind me that we enjoy far more good days together than bad. Even though the wounds, lamenesses, and jackassery seem to rule my world, they don't. At the end of each month, the squares are always filled with more hearts and smiley faces than grouchy ones.

Does anyone else keep a daily journal?