I have not yet gotten into a good morning routine at the new house. I had actually just barely gotten into one at the last place. The place before that, I had fourteen years of practice, and I had it down to a science. But then, you could stand just outside my bedroom and see every other point in the apartment, so making a bedroom-bathroom-kitchen-bedroom-GO! loop was very simple.
Since I’ve moved I’ve forgotten various things in the morning. Thursday it was my phone, which means I couldn’t turn off the alarm to let the handyman in and I was cut off from contact except via email. How 1996!
Granted, I’m a confused zombie when I get up and routine can’t mitigate against all morning disasters, but I’ve really got to figure out a way to spend the least amount of time with the greatest likelihood of remembering things. (So far my new-house record is waking up at 6:18 to catch the 6:37 bus.)
In quasi-related news, I bought a blow dryer and diffuser the other day. I’m probably a little old to be wandering into work with wet hair. Though that’s going to add time.
Daily life chez moi. The excitement never stop!