No captain, my captain

This morning, I resigned as the co-captain of our softball team. It’s just one of those things I have to give up, when prioritizing everything else. I’m still going to play, but I can no longer afford the time it takes to prepare lineups, and wrangle players. I didn’t want to do it, but playing with time is a zero-sum game. If I’m going to get back to regular writing (and regular workouts) some other things must go.

Speaking of which, I’m not missing TV at all. When Kelly is over, we’ll watch something–usually something that’s been Tivo’d. But since new shows have come back, I haven’t watched one of them, not a new episode of House, not even a new episode of Smallville. I’m fine with it. My cable bill went up and I’d love to get rid of cable all together. The only reason I don’t is because Kelly likes to be able to watch TV sometimes. Since we usually watch old movies or something, maybe I can get rid of cable in the near future and re-up NetFlix. We’ll see. In any event, I’m not missing television at all.

Published by Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Falls Church, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.