spending half of my mornings here and half with Mr. CT. When the move is done, I will finally have a BUM. For now, the home half is still good but if the whole acronym is used (BUMR) it is appropriate.
6am Hit snooze button once
6:10 Wake to snooze alarm and cats meowing, “Get off your ass and feed me.” Plus my alarm is set 22 minutes fast. Doing the math to figure out what time it really is, wakes me up.
6:15 feed cats, make coffee, feed cats
7:00 turn on puter, catch up on emails, shops and panicked emails from the boss for last minute instructions she forgot to tell me about the day before.
8:00 start second cup of coffee, eat a banana, take vitamins, trip over packed boxes, curse, move boxes and do some stretching/exercise for lazy broads
8:30 shower, trip over cat while searching for a towel, dry and style hair, fard, tell my mirror’s reflection how gorgeous I am, get dressed.
9:15 head downstairs, scritch kitties and help them with their separation anxiety, explaining I have to work so I can buy cat food and shitty litter, take garbage out to the car, grab necessary items for work, gaze wistfully at the studio, wishing I could be there instead, drive around to the back of my building, deposit garbage, drive back to the front of the building, go back inside, fetch the item I forgot, go to work.
In about a month, this will all change. Not any more organized, but I’ll have a smile on my face for the commute.