6 p.m. Quit tonight at a reasonable hour. Jess is meeting a friend for an ice cold al fresco dinner at Meadowsweet, and I fully intend to have a beer, turn my brain off, and watch TV in my home theater.
8 p.m. I saw David Byrne’s American Utopia. Unsurprisingly, it was great. Next is “History of Swear Words”. Nicolas Cage beats it up wonderfully, but the editing is a bit of a scatter shot.
Friday
9:30 am I overslept, I’m really sore, and I’m not going to exercise this morning. Jess’s eye hurts like crazy, and it sounds a lot like it when I had a scratched cornea in college. I go to get her remedies and an eye patch. At least she’s looking forward to a light pirate cosplay.
10:30 am Three different episodes are due to be reviewed by sponsors on Monday, so I have to do an absolutely tremendous amount of editing. But I also have almost consecutive conference calls until 3 p.m. I’ll find out what I can between calls, but have to take care of my cute Cyclops upstairs if I can.
14 o’clock I crack my ankles, update (video editing software) Premiere and dig in. Fun fact: I’m currently editing shots of the leftover fried rice I have for lunch. Is that a fun fact? Well I enjoy it. This concludes the brown rice saga.
4:30 p.m. I am receiving and testing some new samples from my upcoming cookware range. It’s carbon steel pans that I find nervous when presenting them as an alternative to nonstick pans, but if you practice a little they will become your lifelong friends.
8 p.m. After a nice, uninterrupted piece of productivity, all three episodes are put together, music inserted and voice-over recorded. I really wanted to get it done before the weekend, but there are over eight hours of voice-over work left. I take a lunch break with my significant other and then see if I have any juice left to carry on.
21 clock No! I’m full of Thai takeout, had two mojitos, my voice is shot from all conference calls, and it’s Friday. It’s time to do what young lovers do: watch a pulpy murderous drama. We decide on “The Undoing”, snuggle up under our weighted duvet (yes, of course we have one, we’re stressful Brooklynite millennials) and watch Nicole Kidman continue her long career as a crushing artist. Before we pass out, I find out that “WandaVision” has just premiered, and I wake up so I can be careful. I’m glad I did, because Wanda describes an open four-course menu from the 1950s that I’d like to add to the “Binging” list of ideas!
