It's been a while. I've missed writing. Life, as it does, got in the way. Scott had shoulder surgery. Nothing major. But it was enough to upset our normal routine. He's healing beautifully and right on time. We're thankful.
Isn't it crazy how a small change in routine can seem to mess everything up? We had been in a groove for a while. I liked it. On a perfect day, I would get up, make coffee, feed the dogs and go for a walk. I would shower and enjoy a leisurely cup of joe. Scott and I would discuss what our day had in store for us. And off we'd go. Into our routines.
And on a perfect day the traffic would be manageable. I would hear songs on that radio that make me happy. The trip to work would be uneventful and no longer than 25 minutes. I will find parking right on the street in front of the building I work at. And my day would begin.
Over the past couple of weeks I've been getting up at night with Scott. Man, interrupted sleep can sure make an impression on a person. I was almost a zombie at the end of the week. So today I returned to my normal routine after a night of uninterrupted sleep. I woke up refreshed. I made coffee, dogs were taken care of and I showered. Off to work I went. The radio did not disappoint. My drive time was 30 minutes. Not quite the usual, but close. It really is the small stuff that makes my day.
Little things make me happy. My qualifiers for a perfect day are small. That's true. I like it that way. It keeps things simple for me. And perfect. Almost perfect.