When I was younger, I used to be able to be out of and and out the door in about 40 minutes. I think I was this way until grad school. Classes didn’t start till the evening, but I had to be at my tutoring gig by noon. I had an hour commute via CTA, so I knew I needed to leave the apartment by 11. I’d be up by 9, let myself do a bunch of bullshit internetting, make a real breakfast, dilly dally about what I was going to wear that day and what have you. I think I mostly liked the idea of watching late morning TV – back then I’d watch 2 hours of ER. Continue reading
morning routine
1 post