I have a morning routine, almost a ritual. The alarm goes off early, I get up, get dressed in a semi-asleep state. Wake up enough to pick up my laptop with a couple of things balanced on top (usually a couple of books and the powerpack), then I proceed to tiptoe downstairs trying not to wake anyone. This morning I got up, got dressed, but didn’t have to pick up my laptop. Thankfully I had moved it downstairs last night. For some reason the top step was in a different place today and I fell down the stairs. Not all the way. Perhaps half-way. Scraped knee, bumped back, squashed finger and bruised ego. Most importantly, the kind of bang-bang-bang that someone my size would make while bouncing down the stairs. I sat still for a moment, evaluating the extent of the damage (nothing broken), and waiting to hear who would be awake. Nobody. So in light of this, why? Why did I move my PC downstairs last night instead of this morning? And the bigger question – why do I creep through the house every morning? The pressure is off, tiptoe-ing is a thing of the past!
In Light of This, Why?
