Every morning I get up and go through the same routine. Coffee is always first and foremost. There are variations, because on Monday I wash towels, Tuesdays is clothing, Wednesday, towels again, Thursdays, back to clothing, Friday is bedding, and Saturday is whatever I need to get ready for ironing on Sunday.
At the same time I make breakfast, wash dishes and tidy the kitchen, fold laundry, check email, read the headlines, and make lists. After I’m dressed and made up, I eat breakfast and make my way to my desk. Every morning.
That routine is set so I don’t question it, it always gets done, and everything works like clockwork around here. Then someone schedules PT for 8 am on Monday and I have to drive him. It is a 45 min appointment, so I bring something to do and wait in the car. I broke my usual order, and had to walk away while putting on my makeup to leave. The routine had to be finished when I returned. Not a big deal, but the day just hasn’t felt right. I did get a bunch done while I waited.
Also, I realized that I have nothing suitable for a warm weather meal for dinner because it should be wet and cold now, not 87 degrees, and there are no seasonal foods available yet.