A Writer's Daily Routine Continued
This will be the last of this article. (Sighs of relief from the readers and probably the editor) Ok we left with beds made, daily pills and vitamins taken, now onto the breakfast challenge. First thought, look in the fridge for any possible left overs. Bad mistake, fridge filled with UFOs (that is unidentifiable food objects).
I see refried beans from yesterday, well maybe Tuesday, or wait, was it Sunday or maybe even Monday? Toss those. Gonna have to start labeling stuff with dates. Is that green stuff on that piece of cake icing or is it mold? Better not take a chance on that one. Decide not to look even further back in the history section of the fridge right now. Getting desperate, just grab the Cran Grape drink and close the fridge. Yuck, what is that sticky stuff on the juice bottle and when is that from? Oh well, juice probably does not spoil anyway. Just fill the glass and put it back in the fridge. Still hungry, so I just grab the minute oats carton and fix me a bowl full and add some of those brown bananas and some kind of shriveled up berries, could possibly be blueberries, I will just say that’s what they are. Next, heat up some water and throw in a spoonful of instant coffee. Open the fridge again and grab the creamer. Wait, oh no why would I put an empty creamer bottle back in the fridge! Wait I think I saw a carton of heavy whipping cream that I used to make that desert on Thanksgiving. I heard whipping cream doesn’t go bad, or does it? Made my own creamer with cinnamon and vanilla. Oatmeal eaten, coffee done, time to go to the park for the morning run. I realize that I may be in a rut. I run the same time and place every day and this is what it see. There is run a little, walk a little guy, kinda like me. There is lady with the big black dog, lady with the little tiny dog a miniature terrier or something and one medium size dog. There is guy who runs with a loud annoying radio. Then there is fast running guy who always laps me two or three times even when I am running. There are the 3, one short and two tall ladies, and there are two little sweet ladies who just walk and talk and enjoy the day. Then there was nice lady who walked and talked with me one day and never came back. I am not sure how to take that, am I that weird that I ran her off, please don’t answer that. Ok, run done, did I beat last runs record, oops, forgot to set the timer. Well, all is not lost I did think of a couple of good ideas for the next comic strip.
Enough of my day (Thankfully, I am sure). Next week, back to normal.
No thought for the day today, just this question: Do any of you make a paper list to take to the grocery store, then leave it at home and just decide to wander aimlessly up and down the aisles thinking you will remember what the items were?
