A Creature of Habit
Okay, I admit that I am a creature of habit. I am not sure what the ramifications of O.C.D. really are, but if I am anywhere near accurate in my interpretation of the symptoms, I am certainly afflicted with it. As I reported last week, my day begins at roughly 4:30 AM when our boss, Pako the Cat, walks repeatedly across my head, insisting that it is time for his drink of fresh water from our kitchen sink’s filtered faucet. As he laps at the gentle flowing stream, I prepare my breakfast of Quaker Puffed Wheat with skim milk flavored by one packet of Splenda and a side of an orange or a cup of fruit, after which I fetch the Boston Globe and the Cape Cod Times.
While eating my 240-calorie breakfast, I scan the papers, examining each section in the same order every day, after which I enter my calories on My Fitness Pal before returning to bed to doze off for an early morning nap. Then, it’s “up and at ‘em” and off to work…..
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