A dark and humid morning started with me making Keely sneeze at all the bug spray I was layering on myself. Mosquitoes still find a way to bite me but at least it’s not a feeding frenzy.
We were out by 5:30 am because I am heading into the office today, which tightens my morning routine by a lot. It’s almost hard to remember what going to work every day felt like and honestly I love it. I’ve said before that I don’t hate my day!job, it’s actually one of the best jobs I’ve ever had, but I still look forward to the day I stay home and work for myself, on my own things.
In the meantime, off to work I go!
It’s funny how nothing seems out of order, after looking more closely at the spaces around me for so many months. It means I’m familiar with the changes that do happen, I think — the ebb and flow of people and cars and landscaping. The grass is always cut, the garbage pails mostly empty, the ducks wandering aimlessly in search of food or sleep (why they try to sleep on the sidewalk mystifies me, they know they have to move once someone with a dog goes by, but they keep trying).
It’s the sheen of familiarity that lulls me into complacency, but I don’t think shaking everything up every day is helpful either. I’m not sure of my balance, even at 50 years old; is it possible to create a “natural” pattern to my days after so many years of trying to adapt to modern schedules?
Perhaps this is why I am always a bit of a rebel when the alarm goes off, just to be able to say I don’t get up at the same time every day even if I get up within a half-hour of the same time every day.
Ya’ gotta laugh, sometimes!