If you are like me, you have routines.
These simple activities give us comfort. When asked about them, we often reply, "It's just what I do."
I have a very special routine each morning. I wake up at 4:30 am, dress, get a cup of coffee, then watch CNN. At precisely 5:10 am, I drive to meet my running companions, an extraordinary group of people we call The Running Club. Bob, Kathryn, John, Steve, Kendall, Alee, and Debby. More of a social club, really. We only have a few simple rules - we never run so fast that we can't visit (we stay at a 'conversational' pace), we always enjoy a cup of coffee afterward, and we never stretch. In the immortal words of Steve, "Dogs don't stretch."
Today, because of ankle pain, my routine was interrupted. (Perhaps because I didn't stretch.)
But that's okay. I got up, enjoyed a cup of coffee, visited with my dogs, and read the paper. Slowly. Read each page. That's something that I rarely do, because I seem to be in such a hurry. Today I slowed down and enjoyed a few simple things.
Even though my routine was interrupted, it was a good morning.
And it's going to be a good day.
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