Hey, Obelisk!

elisem asked if people had a morning routine, and if so what it was. I typed a long response, really too long for somebody's comments section. LJ didn't want it -- all right, that's serious overstatement: I kept getting that "Connection closed by remote server" message. So I copied it and am pasting it in here. It'll serve for the moment as an update.

Well, I do [have a morning routine], but it's not very inspiring.

Wake up feeling weird. Think, Oh, shit, I overslept again and I'm late with my medication. Look at clock, get up. Almost trip over cats, one of whom is also late for his medication and the other of whom wants the associated wet food. Stumble into bathroom, followed by cats, the one who gets medication mewing piteously and the other, my own particular cat, blinking cutely.

Get water glass and pill box from bedroom. Look at clock again. Think what the hell, I'm very unlikely to die of high blood pressure in the next five minutes. Cut Tapazole pill in half for Minou, smash it with a spoon, mix it into some wet food, put another dab of wet food on a second plate, give food to cats. Watch to make sure that nobody steals Minou's food, since in terms of food he is the biggest wuss on the planet. Depending on weather, either admire how beautiful this house is on a sunny day, gloomily contemplate how many days until spring, or calculate when shovelling of snow should begin.

While guarding, consider what there is to eat. If lucky, there is soy yoghurt or a banana. If not, must make toast. When Minou has ingested his medication, fill water glass, grab food and pillbox, decamp to office, and look at email while forcing own medication down inside bites of soft food. (Throat hates pills.) On very exciting days this multitasking, such as it is, has caused me to take evening medication in the morning, but most days are not so exciting as that.

Read LJ while waking up. Drink water. Make coffee. While coffee is brewing, look at book in progress. No commitment to actually working is express or implied, for which reason, often working occurs. Go get coffee when it's done, continue working or not working but rigorously not doing anything else either.

Eventually get tetchy with lack of shower, go take one, get dressed. Check weather report, and either dash out for walk immediately before something dire happens, or decide to do it later when weather is warmer/cooler/less interesting/more interesting.

The rest of the day, barring any social engagements, consists of doing enough laundry and dishes to keep from being inundated, doing one other household task of choice (this week it's shifting all the hardcover fiction along after having cleared a couple of shelves for the end of the alphabet, dusting as I go), and more writing. Morning usually feels over either after the shower and dressing occur, or when the serious drug slump hits.

My main problem is putting off writing until I feel more alert, and I have solved it by looking at my book before I am alert. Given that I am a heavy rewriter, I don't expect there to be terrible consequences.

Pamela