A Day In The Life
Loosely Inspired by Real Events and Beatles Records
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Stupid fucking alarm clock…Those were some good dreams.
Come on pups, go do your thing, and please for the love of everything don’t go through the fence again.
Shit, no creamer. Black coffee it is.
Ahh balls, forgot that meeting was at 7:30….annnnnnnd it’s 7:29….
Once again, doesn’t even show. Why do I waste my time with some of these clients?
Crap, left the dogs outside…
Stop digging!
So much for planting all that…
Teams sucks these days.
“Ohh hey Rob, pleasure to chat again.”
It’s not a pleasure Rob, it’s not at all…
Hope Kathryn got to work.
I should text her.
“Oops sorry I was on mute. The project is moving along just fine. I think we can give you some time back.”
Totally wasn’t on mute.
Good thing it’s always the same thing with Rob, but hey it’s no lie; his project is indeed on track.
That first coffee went down too smooth
Should mix in a water. (Probably won’t).
Need to feed the dogs.
Didn’t text Kathryn. Do that now, you idiot.
Let's go with something funny this morning.
*Ping*
I hate the teams icon more than anything.
Damn it Greg, yeah I can cover for you.
That was mean–Greg’s a good one.
Meetings
Meetings
(sets fantasy lineup)
Meetings
(checks Vocal)
I should work on a new project.
Holy shit where did the time go?
I’ve gotten nothing done today.
How long have I been staring out this window?
Need to take a lap.
Ohh look at these two adorable pups.
Here’s some good pets.
What would I do without you two?
I should write a book about the little refugee pups.
“Bob and Lois take on the world!”
Great opportunity for some social commentary mixed with cute puppy anecdotes.
I like it.
Ugh fine back to work.
Finally, clock out.
Work out.
Dinner.
A record and a glass of wine.
This ain’t too bad.
It really is the little things. I love when Kathryn reminds me of that.
Damn, bedtime already?
There’s still quite a few to-do’s…
Nope.
Quit that shit, brain. Leave work for tomorrow.
Not feeling reading tonight (the audience gasps in collective shock at such a sin).
Sometimes I can be funny.
“Hey Kathryn I made a funny,”
Annnnnnnnnnnd she’s asleep.
I wish I had that super power.
Goodnight Bob, Goodnight Lois. Get those squirrels in your dreams (please not in real life).
Can’t sleep.
Shit, no melatonin.
Does that stuff even work?
Probably not, but ehh.
Alright let’s read some shit, at least that’s better than scrolling through oblivion.
It’s not shit–chill man.
People worked hard on this.
…
Damn, okay great entry. Have a like.
Actually, screw it, here's a buck.
At least it’s a perfect temperature in here.
It really is the little things.
Maybe, those dreams will pick up where they left…
***
In Texas, Rob hung up, confident in things moving forward. Something tickled the back of his neck though. Something was off. He gave the vendor plan a once over again. Matt didn’t lie, that was square. Wait. there it was…a critical error in his own team's plan. A quick call, and things were sorted, but Rob leaned back, wondering what would have happened if he didn’t have a few minutes to double check.
Out in DC, Greg snored in his daughter’s reading chair. Her fever finally broken. He thought she might sleep through the night tonight. Even if she didn’t, this was the most unbroken sleep he’d had in a week. He knew he needed a break, but he was never one to take one. At least this time, he knew his queue was covered.
At her office, Kathryn smiled at the silly text. It had been a long morning, but she reminded herself it was the little things that mattered–doubly so when dealing with rude patients.
Somewhere across the pond, a young writer, scared shitless to finally put their name on something, wakes up a dollar richer and a grin worth a million bucks.
and…(most importantly, let's be honest) as they fluttered off to sleep in their warm, memory foam beds, with bellies full and fans pushing cold air through their coats, Bob and Lois dreamed of their lives on the streets of Doha and Kabul, lives they would never, ever, ever have to go back to.

About the Creator
Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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