#we love a silly little trip to nespresso

[apkilby]

Monday mornings are no exception to the rule. I guess like most I’m up early; around 5 AM, to let the hurricanes out for their morning tinkle before their breakfast. This usually constitutes a “One Eye Open Policy” due to the light as it burns through my retinas as I open the door.

My home for the most part during the night hours, is protected by blackout curtains/blinds, to filter out the light pollution that surrounds most urban lived areas these days. I’m both gifted and cursed as I see better in the dark and in the light, as most do who are Photophobic.

Anyway I’m digressing.

After closing the door on a yet to be woken world, all five of my hurricanes sit looking at me “Waiting!”

As soon as I pick up their bowls to weight out their food, the sitting stops and the parade of excitement ensues until the bowls are placed in front of them.

Giving me their paws in eager anticipation, their feeding frenzy begins.

  After my quick morning yawn as I commit to the day, my morning ritual begins; You know the usual things that happened during mornings…

On goes the kettle out comes the cup, okay so I’m not sure but I think, most people here would be making coffee (usually with a fanged-dangled machine, from the likes of Nespresso, oh don’t get me wrong I have one of those, but I’m not a fan of coffee at all!)

So instead I grab a teapot and my jar of loose tea from the cupboard and well, I’m pretty sure you know the methodology after that for making tea.

Moving on after clearing the pots is a shower; it wakes up all the sleepy senses and prepares my body for the onslaught of the coming day.

By now a couple of hours have passed and I’m dressed and about to continue with my ritual morning routine.

My first tasks of the day are to check emails, social media and catch up with the world. (Although if I am to be totally honest here I get a little frustrated with the news and social media) I generally spend about two hours of the morning reading and replying to emails. I much prefer however the opening of letters especially the handwritten types, and as long as my regular post-persons are doing their rounds, my post usually arrives as I just finish up with my digital mail.

The patience of Tempy, Kodi, Izzy, Lexi and River is now wearing a little thin and the excitement starts to build as they pace around knowing it’s ‘Walkies’ time.

Having five dogs is no easy task especially when they’re all tentative and running about the place, but honestly I couldn’t ask for more well-behaved companions.

Apart from writing which is a true passion and an absolute favourite pastime of mine, not to mention a compulsive part of my hypergraphia, my absolute most favourite thing in the world to do is to take the hurricanes for their walks, in fact spending any time with them is my favourite thing to do.

Again I’m starting to digress, sorry.

So…

The doggies have been for their walk and are now settled, at least for a few hours.

It’s now time to start my working day, if of course you can call it that. It all starts with a box folder, I have many box folders filed all over the place.

  (I have two different types of box folder, one is black the other is a natural cardboard colour, this for me is a kind of code system, it tells me the type of work it is)

I also have many current projects on the go, so after choosing which current project I want to work on at this time, I read my catch up notes. I then open the notebook enclosed in the folder to find the last page I was working on.

I should have really mentioned before, but in between all this I set up my desk for the day, this in itself is a multi-integral manoeuvre of a task consisting of quantum space mechanics.

No seriously.

I use a multitude of tools to write, most of which are usually in the background doing something mundane while I scribbled in an open notebook.

My working day has finally begun.

This is just a typical Monday morning for me, I do try to not plan much for Monday’s, for most people it’s a very stressful return to work after the weekend, and to be honest it carries an infectious toxic attitude when people have a negative thought towards Monday and the beginnings of the week. Plus I feel if I can accomplish a lot on Mondays I can do it all through the rest of the week.

  A few hours have passed, several thousand words have been scribbled and typed and the doggies have woken from their slumber.

Play time…

I cherish this above just about everything else, with the exception of cuddle time. I get such an overwhelming joyous feeling when they’re all getting excited their tails wagging and toys in mouth. It’s then they begin their harmonious playful chaos.

I’m sure most including myself see this as procrastination, but it is something I promised myself when they’re little paws first crossed the threshold of my heart.

“There is nothing more important than spending time in braced in love and family and they are my family, most of all they fill me with love and almost certainly one of the main reasons I live my life. No matter the circumstance, time or feeling all they have a show is love and loyalty; so they deserve every minute of my time and my unconditional love and attention.”

  That being said because of this, they are the only thing that can snap me out of a hypergraphic rage.

The day has now started to slip by and it is now well into the afternoon, it is at this point I start to question if I’m hungry or not either way it’s time for a cuppa.

Brief intermission… (Consisting of a cup of tea and biscuits, to which the hurricanes  will have too)

Several minutes later..

Okay so where was I?

Oh yes cuppa.

Tea is a must, as mentioned I’m not a coffee drinker, I have tried but it must be an acquired taste because it’s just not for me. It is around this time while drinking my tea that I usually check my emails again, more than likely there is a few that need a response and I’ve put them on a checklist to do later. As you can imagine after checking emails the dogs have once again settled and entered the Sandman’s realm.

It is at this point I usually change to a different box and a different notebook. Then my writing continues throughout the afternoon and into the early evening.

Being hypergraphic this means that my writing continues without interruption. (As long as the dog sleep of course.) 

I won’t bore you with the details of me sat in front of a computer or a notebook scribbling away or typing away so I’ll just fast forward a few hours.

I’ve fed the Hurricanes their dinner and I’ve had an hour watching YouTuber’s. (I’ll explain the YouTuber’s thing later, as I’m going to do a separate blog thingy on its own about my down time).

It’s approaching nighttime, it’s already dark due to Spring (and the changing to BST). Spring starts here in the UK on 21 March (and just for reference purposes Summer starts on the 21 June, Autumn 21 September, and winter doesn’t actually start until 21 December.)

This is when I actually come into my element, ‘Night Time!’ 

This is normally when I plan excursions with the dogs such as midnight trips to the beach, walks along the cliffs, rambles down to the valleys and anywhere else we can explore, to be honest it gets me away from my home and desk for just a short period of time. This also gives me time as a writer to rejuvenate myself, give me new ideas, new concepts, it also give me an opportunity to write in a completely different location and surroundings; while enjoying the little things and the playful attributes of my three hurricanes.

I know it sounds silly doing fun playful things during the night, but this truly is the best time, hardly anyone is around, and the doggies get to enjoy a lot more freedoms they wouldn’t get during the day.

Once back home, around quarter-to-one, I get in the shower (yes another shower) before jumping into bed.

Now truth be told bed doesn’t mean sleep for me it’s just another location to write. However while writing in bed, I’m usually joined by orchestral snoring from the rest of the household. By the time I put my pen and paper down it may be around 3:30 AM this is about the time I may just put my head down to go to sleep, but to be honest my brain rarely switches off and so some nights I don’t even put my head down at all, I just spend the night writing, ah the joys of hypergraphia and the midnight disease.

However during the period of the 4 AM miracle this is when I get to write whatever my torrid imagination wishes and that’s it my typical Monday early to rise and like to bed and I’m pretty sure everyone’s got a similar story right?

Early to rise, late to bed. Monday mornings are no exception to the rule. I guess like most I'm up early; around 5 AM, to let the hurricanes out for their morning tinkle before their breakfast.