Scenes from Ground Hog Day.
Torri calls me rut-boy.
I’m a fan of routine. I like patterns. I like consistency. I’m okay with repetition. Finding a groove is cool by me.
Every morning I get up at the same time, go through a long list of gyrations – set-up my daily log, check the temp out back, plug in the coffee maker, check my blood pressure, take my meds, and pour a cup of coffee – all before I sit down at the computer to post daily glimpses on social media.
By the end of that cup of coffee, I’m much more awake. By 7:30-ish Annie and I head out the door for her walk. After that, breakfast. Then I set my agenda for the day.
My routine was much the same before, but since March I feel like my routine has morphed into scenes from Ground Hog Day.