Every morning, at least when I’m working late (normally I run out of the house running late despite the fact that I’ve been up for at least two hours before I have to leave, doing nothing) I get up, go to the gym or do yoga then I shower and eat breakfast – which usually just consists of several industrial-sized mugs of strong coffee and yogurt – in front of the TV, more specifically three solid hours of Cold Case Files, American Justice and CSI.
I was talking to my friend on the phone this morning and I thinkthe repeated gun shots in the background piqued his interest because he asked me where I was. I explained my morbid little ritual to him and he kind of chuckled and muttered something to the effect of ‘typical’. I suppose to the average reader, this seems a bit macabre to say the least but I come from a family of pathologists and other medical professionals so this is just par for the course*.
Then sometime around 11 I get distracted by the prospect of what I’m going to wear to work that day and I spend approximately the next hour or so trying on different shirts, finding pants I had forgotten I owned (black DC skinnies!) and generally avoiding getting ready until the last possible second – coinciding my picking of an outfit with the opening theme of Crossing Jordan and my putting on of makeup/brushing of teeth with the commercial breaks.
I should really be planning an outfit for Sunday night, something that will revolve around my new shoes but we’ll burn that bridge once we get there…
*Not a single holiday-themed gathering went by as a child without some mention of the latest case theory and case studies from the medical journals, to which they all subscribed.