This morning was one of those mornings that you get up and think: Presumably there's a reason people get out of bed, but it's slipped my mind just now.
After years of extensive research, I've discovered that if I keep both feet simultaneously on the floor, I can do everything I'm required to do in the morning, nevermind I look like an extra on Night of the Living Dead; the only one who sees is Alpay and he got used to the Scary Morning Shuffle years ago.
That said, my latest obsession is with morning routines, and the fact that people actually have them. Last week, after I confessed my inability to make my bed, two friends wrote with suggestions, ranging from pulling the sheets up and straightening the covers while still in the bed to bed-making "the European way." "You gently waft the comforter over the fitted sheet and Voila! Instant Made Bed!" my friend wrote.
Thus encouraged, I decided I would try the make-your-bed-while-in-bed technique. But then morning came, and . . . . let's see . . . there was something I was supposed to remember but . . .
And I was up and doing the Scary Morning Shuffle before I remembered I was supposed to have made the bed while I was still in it. I considered the European Method but rejected it, having already fit in my morning aerobics by doing the Shuffle, and my morning weight lifting was covered from brushing my teeth.
Well, heck. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow. Or then again: maybe not.