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.
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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