Since I gave up work, I was a little worried that I would lapse into a life of random actions with no routine at all.
What has amazed me is the level of routine I have unconsciously maintained even though there is no need for it.
The first thing that surprises me is the regularity of the time that I wake up. Without fail, every morning I awake between seven and eleven, on the dot. Isn’t that amazing? I find that level of regularity quite astounding.
When I get up, I always get dressed. Except of course for the mornings when I couldn’t be bothered. The point is though, that I always do one or the other, without fail.
Next of my list of things to do is to make my morning cuppa, and this bit really scares me. You see, there is a caddy of tea bags and a jar of coffee granules by the kettle, but I always make myself a mug of tea. I find this really amazing and rather fortuitous as I’m not that fond of instant coffee.
At this point, I will admit that a level of randomness creeps in. Some mornings I let Sandy out for a piss. Some mornings I play a game of football with the guinea pigs [did you know that guinea pigs make quite good footballs?]. Some mornings I sit and stare out the window and get depressed at the weather, and some mornings I don’t do any of those. It’s this level of randomness that adds a spice of life to an otherwise dull existence.
I thought I would miss the dull monotony of the alarm going off at nine every morning, but I don’t. I thought my live would lose structure but it hasn’t.
There is a comfort in the knowledge that I will wake up tomorrow, as regular as clockwork.
Or maybe not.