I love my stationery and sealing-wax, but I rarely use them. Today I received a sealed, handwritten invitation in the mail to dine with friends later on in the month. It gave me such a thrill! As I wrote and sealed my reply, I decided it would be the focus of today’s Routine Reboot. Too often I talk myself out of hand-writing letters because it is inconvenient to buy the proper postage on a per-letter basis.
It will be OK. The Squid of Reassurance told me so. It will be OK because of other things, too, like meeting a new friend for coffee and fascinating chat, then coming home to cats who cuddled me while I dug into this book on databases in historical research. The aforementioned new friend introduced me to HabitRPG, which is a website that gamifies (still not sure how I feel about that word) good habits and task completion.
[flickr video=www.flickr.com/photos/cy…] I’ll save you the tally of scratches and cuts. It’s more than a few, and two are especially bothering me. I can’t seem to move my right hand without brushing or bashing its most irritating injury against something scratchy or pointy, and my left middle finger has become a dowsing rod for paper cuts. This happens in cycles: my hands will be mincemeat for a month, and then normal again for longer.
The libraries have extended hours for the end of term, so work today was a bit more strenuous than usual. Tensions are high and so I instructed my coworkers to deploy cute pictures of baby animals as needed. One provided me with Ukrainian photographer Vyacheslav Mishchenko’s macro photography of snails. It sets a high bar for cute. While shelving DVDs, it suddenly occurred to me that I could start today’s portion of my routine reboot right there at work!
Torgi spent last night jumping up on the bed, poking my face and shoulder with his paw, trying to get situated, and then jumping down again. Sometimes he’d root around in the litter box like he’d lost a cufflink in a pile of dirty laundry, scrape scrape, scuffle scuffle. Zen, on the other hand, was mostly quiet, until she woke up at 06:00 with a mighty siren-whoop. I was coherent enough to gingerly scoot her off the bed before she yarfed.
For the month of May, I’m back to meals for one. I’ve been lamenting FunkyPlaid’s departure since it was decided, but I am determined to make the month count. My goal is a total routine reboot, starting with my eating habits. The meals for one pictured here are my fallback options in case I am too tired or busy to cook so that I don’t substitute a few snacks for a meal or skip a meal entirely.