Mornings are my time. (I mean they're usually my time. For some reason, Sheila is up before sunrise today, a rare occurrence.) People who know my love of chaos and anti-planning may be shocked to know that I've developed a fairly strict morning routine over the years. I don't obsess over it, but if I veer too far from the process I've developed, things I'd set out to do simply won't get done.
Thanks to the punctuated nature of our
In France, the lowest of Maslow's blocks informed and dominated my routine. Where you might kick up the thermostat a notch or plug in a small space heater, I spent upwards of 30 minutes -- no, this is one of the few times I'm not exaggerating -- getting the fire in a self-sustaining state. Then feed/locate the cats. Then make coffee. (Actually the swill that carries the name "coffee". French Roast, as it turns out, is a marketing ploy. Bastards.) And finally, the daily overview of finances, news, and communication.
Here in Denmark, priority #1 is the dog. While he has a perfectly good back yard he could use for his morning routine, he won't have it. He demands -- and I mean that literally -- a walk if he hears the slightest stirrings from humans anytime after 6:00am. And forget a quick walk so he can do his business, because he won't complete his business until 20-25 minutes has transpired. (I'm pretty sure his bladder/bowels use 4th dimensional storage.) So I bundle up, coerce the dog into getting into his harness, and stumble around the dimly lit neighborhood in the hopes of not getting too lost. When I return, I go into -- at least try to go into -- my stretching routine. I'd prefer to do this before the walk, but Tego won't have it. And I say "try to" because Tego sees my floor routine as an invitation to appear on Pets Interrupting Yoga. Then coffee (I'm trying Danish espresso beans -- still not roasted enough).
As of this morning, I'm making an alteration to my morning electronic communication routine. This is the result. Where I normally restart my browser each morning and go through my set tabs in order, I'm going to write first, then reset. Maybe a blog post. Maybe some ideas on a book that's percolating through my head. Maybe a poem. OK, probably not a poem, but you get the idea.
Cheers from Denmark!