Afternoon Practice

Today my afternoon practice is evening practice because I was running late. Sleep late, wake late, late, late.

Starting my day an hour earlier than usual has made me a more bearable person. There are fewer cars on the road. Fewer people in the office. And a feeling of superiority. I was here before anyone else, hard at work catching up on my daily word games.

I got here first. I can hear myself breathing. There are no footsteps, chatter, or murmur. The air is cooler.

I love mornings when there is no one to say good morning. When there is, I hate them.

But today I am late. Rushing through every day.

If I had to describe my day, it would be sound pathetic because all I did was catch up with time.

On other days, I let time catch up.

Stupid watch on my wrist. I should throw it.

Stupid clock ticker on my computer. I should hide that.

I was once young and dynamic with no predilection for routine.

Today I am upset that I slept two hours later than usual bedtime. Life does come around.

I just didn’t know it would be so soon.

Even this coffee tastes bad. yuck.