It is my goal to wake up, grab a cup of coffee then come immediately to this spot to write. Instead, this is what happens:
- wake up
- realize its wash day
- change out of my pj's so I can wash them
- make and de-cat-hair my bed
- tuck the top sheet over my quilt to avoid cat gaining entry and sleeping in my sheets
- toss in a load of laundry
- top up our cat's water while I'm there
- turn on the kettle
- open blinds
- run the dry mop over the floors to tame the cat hair within
- get lost on Instagram as I (allegedly) check for signs of life from my son on vacation
- start a new post here
- get lost on Facebook as I (allegedly) search for an obituary
- toss laundry in the dryer
- clean cat litter while I'm there
- make a smoothie and second cup of coffee
- listen to a We Can Do Hard Things podcast while I...
- work on my daily word and number puzzles
- call our friendly neighborhood mechanic
- run my car back to the shop (domino effect of problems after a repair three days ago)
- turn on my work computer and start morning routines
- put laundry away
- finish puzzles
- run out to buy milk since my day is already off to a bad start
- have an early lunch
- finish listening to podcast
- back to work
- cat hair cleaning tool arrives in the mail - have to test it out!
- vacuum
- get lost in the day
- wake up to a new day and find an absolutely empty post from yesterday
Of all the morning goals I set for myself, I only seem to accomplish one of them. I have a cup of coffee. Every day. Amen to that.
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