Here's an example of how a day goes for me:
At the crack of dawn, alarm clock blares some kind of music. I don't even know what it is. If it's news, I only half hear.
-- I make somebody's lunch (es). Feed cat. Stand stupidly.
Then I do a ton of chores.
Then....................
................I go to work.................and work, and work .................................................and work ..........................................and work, and work-work-work-work-work.
Until lunch when I might go on a walk with a work friend, hit the library, find a mulberry tree in an alley behind some houses.
Then we have to go back inside and work, work, work, work, work, work until we are about to bust. Then the end of the day arrives.
Then I MIGHT go to the gym for a bit. Or I might shop for groceries. Or I might to both. Or neither.
Then I'm home with the family. I walk in the door and very shortly, dinner is started.
Then it's time to clean up.
Then it's time to get rid of a little junk mail.
Then it's time to feed the cat a treat, so she'll shut up--or deny her, so as to UN-spoil her.
Then it's time to sit around for about 5 minutes or an hour. I do what I'm doing now. Or I watch whatever my kids are watching. Or I pull weeds, or plant seeds. Look for important papers.
Then it's time to head toward bed. Sometimes I have a little time to read. Sometimes I do what I'm doing now.
When I'm all done everything I can do for that day, I go to sleep.
That's how my life goes. Pretty straightforward. Nothing too wild, but not horrible either.