7:30 a.m.
Morning as usual
Well, I'm usually up -- though not necessarily at 'em* -- at this time of day, so it seems like morning as usual. What is morning as usual for me? Silence. Scowling. My one caffeinated beverage of the day (which is why the amounts consumed over the course of this event is probably enough to kill me). A cigarette, accompanied by thoughts of how I really need to quit smoking and what am I waiting for, anyway? E-mail checked, not because I care so much, but because it's an activity I can engage in without having to speak out loud. More cigarettes, with all thoughts of quitting gone for the day. Away from the desk, usually mumbling about how I don't know what I'm going to wear. Plug in the iron, then brush teeth while waiting for it to get warm. Pick out clothes and iron them. Get dressed, search for shoes, find a shoe and then hunt for other shoe (without fail nearly every day), and sit around and wait until it is time to go to work. Arriving at the office is when any semblance of predictability disappears, because no two days at my job are the same.**
So, really, this isn't anything like a regular morning at all.
*When I was a kid, I thought it was "up and Adam" and I really had no idea what that meant. But then, I thought my cousin Eric's name was pronounced "Earache" until I was 10, so you know, I'm weird about words sometimes.
**I'm a nighttime showerer, which is why this activity is absent from my ritual. I, like most people, enjoy being clean.
Well, I'm usually up -- though not necessarily at 'em* -- at this time of day, so it seems like morning as usual. What is morning as usual for me? Silence. Scowling. My one caffeinated beverage of the day (which is why the amounts consumed over the course of this event is probably enough to kill me). A cigarette, accompanied by thoughts of how I really need to quit smoking and what am I waiting for, anyway? E-mail checked, not because I care so much, but because it's an activity I can engage in without having to speak out loud. More cigarettes, with all thoughts of quitting gone for the day. Away from the desk, usually mumbling about how I don't know what I'm going to wear. Plug in the iron, then brush teeth while waiting for it to get warm. Pick out clothes and iron them. Get dressed, search for shoes, find a shoe and then hunt for other shoe (without fail nearly every day), and sit around and wait until it is time to go to work. Arriving at the office is when any semblance of predictability disappears, because no two days at my job are the same.**
So, really, this isn't anything like a regular morning at all.
*When I was a kid, I thought it was "up and Adam" and I really had no idea what that meant. But then, I thought my cousin Eric's name was pronounced "Earache" until I was 10, so you know, I'm weird about words sometimes.
**I'm a nighttime showerer, which is why this activity is absent from my ritual. I, like most people, enjoy being clean.
