Routine

I am out of my routine at the moment. Whilst I often welcome and embrace it if I'm on holiday, when I am working throughout the day and I cannot remember what day it is, it's more of a sign of stress rather than enjoyment. Or perhaps I'm just enjoying myself so much I don't even realise it? Which, let's face it, as likely as me wandering back to my bed and finding Penelope Cruz had wondered made herself comfortable and wants me. 'God damn Penelope, get outtaaaa here! I'm trying to sleep!' <Pete and Dud, I salute you>

The Love of Order

So I'm starting with the little things like making my bed in the morning, ironing my work shirts on a Sunday. Getting up at 5am on a Monday isn't part of the plan, but I've woken up anyway so may as well make full use of the time with some writing and a cup of tea. I think the routine helps to put a little order in life, and there's nothing quite like a pending house-inspection to put a bit of order up you! For too long I've been unhappy at how unkempt my room is, so a thorough tidy-up of my physical and mental space is required. Although some would say my mental space has been pretty vacant for a while. 

Repetition

​As per my recent posts, taking time for myself is imperative and this still pervades. This is not TV time, book time or even phone time - I know, your hands will no doubt just reach out and punch random strangers with all this free time!! In fact, pack up your TV and put it in a cupboard or drape a cloth over it. When my housemate moves out in a few weeks’ time, I look forward to not having a television at all for a while. That along with no news (3 months in or some such) has left me vastly cut-off from the world. I do have friends though that have chimed in on occasion: Well I can understand no news, but you must have heard about Mugabe! Whilst I did know of him, I didn't know about the non-military coup conducted by the military chap wearing military gear and representing the military. It's the kind of smooth takeover a squashed field-mouse has with an elephants foot. Albeit, a field-mouse that is quite the murdering bastard.
 
Yes, Penelope, I'll be there in a minute!  Urghh, she wants me. Again. Routine, not all good, is it?

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