My morning starts with waking up at five AM, usually before the alarm rings. I sit in bed and read till twenty after, and then get upright, do my bathroom activities, and get dressed. Richard gets up at about the same time, although more reluctantly.
We wander downstairs and Richard makes breakfast, which is cereal, milk, and bananas. I then move to the loveseat, where my computer is, and I write this blog over coffee. When I’m done with writing and coffee, I go down to the basement and tend to the seedlings. Then I come back up and check the internet and talk until 7:30, at which point I ride with Richard to work, where he drops me off before he goes to work.
On Wednesdays and Fridays I work from home, so no going to work on that day. On weekends, we play music over coffee. Today it’s baroque, but often it’s modern classical and classical-adjacent.
So those are my morning rituals. I never thought about them as rituals, but they don’t change much. This morning I didn’t get up until seven, and I feel like everything is thrown off. Off to water the seedlings…
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