There’s something to be said for daily routines; they’re familiar territory in a chaotic landscape. Oh, don’t pretend you don’t have one, we all do. We’re creatures of habit, you and I and the other humans. We start off with a morning routine and wind down with a bedtime ritual.
In between we slip comfortably into the same everyday patterns: we take our coffee the same way, use the same brand of toothpaste, go to the same barber, watch the same shows. Our routines speed us through the day on automatic pilot.
Then. Along comes fall with its all-new season of all-new shows at all-new times, and — kablooie. There goes your carefully crafted, oh-so-familiar routine, right out the window. Great, now how will I know what time it is? Or what day it is? Nothing is where it’s supposed to be. My cues are gone and everything’s out of whack.
The spiffy, new fall schedule, with all its changes and additions and cancellations, is disorienting. And, may I add, uninspired? It’s also a nasty reminder that I watch way too much television.
As a result of this upheaval, I’m perpetually tardy for social functions. The dog doesn’t get walked. And the days run together, each one indistinguishable from the next. I show up for church on Tuesday, the post office on Sunday, and miss book club altogether. I’m early for luncheons and late to weddings, a no-show at parties.
Autumn has become, for me, a season of cold shoulders and sincere apologies.
However, with the passage of time, a dependable pattern will slowly emerge and a new routine will fall into place. All will again be right be the world. Just in time for the holiday specials and prime time football games to throw a heavy, clanking wrench into the works. Ha-ppy New Year!
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