The Bloody Doors Off

Letting go of routines is fucking hard.

At home, I’d wake up around 7am, make coffee, check emails, surf the internet for an hour.

If work was in, I’d jump on it.

Otherwise, I’d watch the news for an hour, and then a couple episodes of Law & Order: SVU to get me through the morning.

But this is vacation, and I don’t want the same old routine.

Yet I find myself unable to break the pattern.

The dock is calling me, but do I go to it?

Do I enjoy my coffee while listening to the ambient sounds surrounding me?

At least I’m not watching television.

Granted, last night I watched both the Blue Jays and the Saints play.

You know, instead of doing cottage-y things.

And I hate myself for it.

You know what?

Fuck this.

I’m going to the dock with my coffee.