Ritual Interruptus

I’m a very ritual-oriented person. When my rituals are thrown off, I get really out of whack. Case in point: after a summer of watching hardly any television, last night turned into a t.v. marathon, thanks to the season premiere of CSI in addition to Survivor. Lea & I even started to get sucked in to the show after that, but managed to turn it off well before 11:00.

The end result is that I didn’t set up my coffee (our coffee pot has a timer so that I don’t have to stand there staring at it for an eternity every morning). One can only imagine the horror of coming downstairs at 5:10 AM, only to be greeted by a cold, empty coffee maker and a dog that really has to pee. Fortunately, the dog was patient enough to let me brew a cup before our morning walk.

I didn’t iron, either, so please excuse me if I appear extra-wrinkly today.

At least it’s Friday.