Today has been a slightly odd day. One of the things that always happens in my day hasn’t been happening today. I was warned that this might be the case, which was reassuring.
What I hadn’t realised was how odd it would feel.
I’m not a great one for routine, as rather too many people have discovered to their cost; apparently not knowing what my routine is going to be makes life difficult for others. I apologise nicely when that happens, but always feel slightly smug about the fact that I don’t like routine. I get too easily bored. I want it to be different.
I won’t be so smug in the future. When somebosy changes what is in fact a routine, or at least a dependable part of the day, without asking me, I am very uncomfortable.
One might say unnerved.