i am beginning to get into the swing of things; develop a morning routine. this is not to say it has been easy. i am not a morning person. in the dusky early I wake up before my alarm, sigh, in the realization that another night of dreaming has ended and the day has begun. i close my eyes and attempt steal another small handful of sleep before it bleats at me again.
after that, every minute counts or i could possibly be late. any idle moments can cause inertia and that could spell disaster. maintaining continous motion around the house and take care of morning business is difficult. most everything has to be done the night before because the 45 minute choreography doesn't leave a moment to spare. I'd prefer to leisurely ease into my day. wouldn't everyone, I suppose.
I pack my bag with my assorted necessities and bric-a-brac; fill my travelling coffee mug and walk down to the end of my block to catch the bus that will deposit me at the skytrain at about 7:33am. i feel a strange sense of community among the regulars i recognize that board the same bus, though no one speaks to one another. on my way into the station i grab a 24 and every morning i say thank you and wish the vendor a good morning, even though i am generally not convinced. i am going to work, afterall. i move up the escalator to a specific spot on the platform so that i will board the car that will let me off right at the stairs on the other end.
it's not so bad to have this routine that determines my days. one could say it is better than to be entirely aimless and without purpose. i am doing it and that is all that matters. i am not being paid handsomely or even particularly well. and i don't like my job but it is a job. i'm out of the stall, on my way, and that's all that matters.