on routine

In the last few weeks, a routine has developed in my life: wake up exactly 45 minutes before I have to step out of the door, work at work, try to walk past the gym without looking at it, drag myself back to the doors of the gym (to the general amusement of the homeless folk sitting outside), lie down in bed to sleep, realize that I should probably take a shower and brush my teeth, drag myself out of bed to take a 45 minute shower, go to bed. Begin again, Michael Finnegan. Somewhere in there, I sneak in reading (just finished "Memory Keeper's Daughter 7/10, and started Time Traveler's Wife 9/10 so far and slightly creepy), phone conversations, people-watching and these ridiculously lengthy emails. So, this is grown-up life.