Coffee is never my first task of the day, I urinate (AGAIN!!!), weigh myself before getting dressed, give the cats a treat, take my thyroid pill (which is always in its pill container sitting on top of the counter so I will see it each morning as a reminder) fill up their bowls with a little dry food... and then, make myself 3 cups of coffee that I pour into a YETI. Each cup has exactly two level spoons of sugar free Cappuccino mix before pouring them into that larger cup.
I then sit down in my recliner after making sure I have my composition notebook (into which I write each day) and my computer... I start out with my composition notebook on my lap but within seconds our Siamese cat has decided that my lap is where he wants to lie. I usually write for a half hour or so, mostly just random thoughts, sometimes poems, and then I spend several minutes updating my blogs. In between, I am making more coffee, urinating, and gentle explaining to the Siamese that I have to get up... however, when I return, he is sitting there quietly and after I sit down and get settled, back into my lap he climbs... or actually jumps.
We pretty much stay together, this cat and I, until my wife decides to leave her fortress of solitude and give the cats the wet treat for which they have really been waiting... and... once that is eating and their bodies properly cleaned the cats retire to all sorts of points unknown where they will sleep for the best part of the day.
My habits are only disturbed by the side effects of my daily or monthly treatments and I am still not confident that my thyroid is being properly regulated as my fatigue has seemed to returned but not in the capacity that it once was... however, I am DROP DEAD TIRED each and every afternoon about tea time as the British say and when Americans say it, they are just trying to be clever.
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