Inspired by reading the daily routines of famous writers and that one by Ben Franklin (which he just could not have kept consistently, right?), I thought I’d investigate my own routines. This is really the morning from a few days ago, but let’s pretend it was yesterday’s:
5:00am: Loki puts forth a persuasive argument in favor of waking up. Refusing to accept its validity, Ken and I defensively point out surface flaws and straw men.
6:45am: He tries to convince us again. (Shoot! I should have gotten up 15 minutes ago!) I get up to take care of his urological and gastrological needs. While he’s eating breakfast (he knocks it out of a toy), I brush my teeth and put some jojoba oil on my face. (Both Ken and I are cursed with dry skin–me from my acne medicine, Ken from his genetic propensity toward psoriasis–aggravated in the winter. Our future children may be smart but skin-problem prone.)
I start my coffee: boil water, grind beans, pour beans, pour water, wait four minutes, and press both together.
7:25am: We all pile into the living room to our respective posts: Ken to the couch to continue sleeping (he works at night); Loki to the window, to watch the world for us; and me, to my laptop. Loki quickly follows Ken back into slumberland.
7:30am: Since I have already started writing this, I bum around the internet a little more quickly, and begin editing an ebook, editing a website, and looking for more gigs. I find one possible job that involves handwriting telemarketing materials. I add that to a list of day-dreamable jobs (ones that give me pause but don’t compel me to apply), like Sports Writer or Maple Sugaring Assistant.
10am: We take Loki to the park and play hide and seek among the trees.
10:45am: We return home, and write to-do lists for the rest of the day. I start making a quick cobb salad for lunch.
12:00pm: Ken and I eat cobb salad, with a valuable lesson learned by noon: there are no quick cobb salads.
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