I usually wake up around six o’clock. I wake up on my own—don’t need an alarm clock. That’s a good thing too. Last Sunday morning, I needed to reset that clock by my bed, you know, “fall back,” set it back by an hour. I tried for an hour to do this, couldn’t figure it out. It’s a new “alarm” clock and it’s a complicated thing. I couldn’t find the instruction book to tell me how to reset it. I wish I had just kept my old clock. It wasn’t complicated. It was simple.
Not that I need one, but I think my computer is turning into my new alarm clock. It’s an older computer and sometimes, mostly in the morning, it makes a lot of noise when it runs—sort of sounds like an airplane taking off. Giving it a few taps on its side will usually quiet it down.
It’s dark now when I get out of bed. My computer and writing table faces a wall and often I find myself turning around to my window to see if the sun has started to come up. I think that usually happens now around seven.
I’m drinking coffee out of a coffee mug that says Colorado on it. My daughter went there a few years ago and that mug was a gift from her. I’ll drink two cups of coffee out of it, then I’ll stop. Two is always the limit.
While, drinking my coffee, I usually read The New York Times online. Sometimes I linger there for a long time reading, other times I don’t.
When I need to do laundry, sometimes I’ll do it on Sunday morning, incorporate it into my routine. Of course, it’s really not part of my routine at all. In fact it takes me out of it. I don’t have to do laundry this morning and I’m glad.
I used to smoke too many cigarettes in the morning to go along with my coffee. Now, I vape—smoke an e-cigarette. I don’t need an ashtray on my writing table anymore and my apartment no longer smells like cigarette smoke. I’m liking this new part of my routine just fine.
Usually around my second cup of coffee, I try to think of something to write for this blog. This is what you’re getting on this Sunday morning.
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