the wind-down

there's something comforting about the fact that my day has its expected bell-curve.

the lull in the morning, where I forget to brew coffee and have the un-win-able fight with my smoke detector, annoying my other roommates whilst I attempt to perfect my toasted english muffin.

packing my lunch, packing onto the express train.

reading on line at the 43rd st/bway starbucks for a triple grande skim capp I won't drink.

the hobbit-sized "bell man" who brings 'round his cart and his surprisingly delicious coffee at 11.

a mug of soup in my soup mug.

projects and projects at work -- I get to do the important stuff, yknow.

packing my purse, packing onto the express train.

cooking dinner
(tonight? chicken vindaloo),
making plans,
recreational reading,
wine, laughter,
all of the above.

repeat.repeat.repeat.

for all the intensity I feel as I approach "the future," the daily rise and wind-down is lovely and predictable.