I’m trying to get back to my old routine. Trying being the operative word.
I keep being distracted. Mostly by things being out of place. Man logic strikes again.
Seven pairs of shoes in the kitchen so he didn’t have to walk to get them from the bedroom eight paces away.
Nine hats on the backs of chairs. My stair stepper has been changed into a coat rack. And the kitchen sink has been taken apart. These being only a few of the changes.
Was I gone that long? Didn’t he know I was coming back? Wasn’t he on the phone nightly, begging me to come home early?
I’ve decided to move these things back into place as I march around the house at my exercises. Killing two birds with one stone as it were.
You can’t sweat the small stuff, but sometimes it can gang up on you and break your routine.