I have a routine in the morning. For weekdays, at least. I like my routine because it allows me to be on time for work and get most of it done while sleeping.
But if I look at my routine, considering I've been doing it exactly the same way for over a year now, and some adaptation of it for over five years, you'd think I was in one of Vero's classes...
(Vero works with special needs kids and the best way to have a working classroom is to have a very, very strict routine and stick to it as if death was waiting for you to slip.)
The alarm clock sounds at 6am. I get up between 6:00 and 6:10, depending on how much sleep I'm catching up with...
Then jump in the shower, get dressed and get some breakfast. Depending on when I got up, it's now between 6:20 and 6:30. I sit in front of the TV to eat breakfast because the noise of human beings already awake helps me to get ready to talk to people -- which is coming up soon. At 6:47, exactly, I walk back upstairs, stop by the office to turn the (very slow to boot) laptop, walk to the bathroom to put on my contact lenses and brush my teeth, walk back to the office to log in the laptop and connect to the office. I am logged in, ready to work, at 6:59. (Note: I work with people two time zones ahead of me, so it's 8:59 for them.)
Most days, I just do that while half asleep. Days like today, I realize what I'm doing and how I'm doing it exactly the same every single weekday and I'm thinking that, on some level, there isn't much difference between me and some of the kids in Vero's class...
