The morning routine begins with vowing the night before I will not wake up before 5.30 am. That I will be a normal person and wake up 30 minutes late for work and throw the alarm clock at the wall and go back to sleep. Except I’m up at some Godforsaken hour as usual and up and doing before you can ask ‘WTF happened to the dark hours?’
I pad to the kitchen, anxious not to wake my daughter who has a tendency to start screaming when woken at that hour, and try to make a cup of black coffee silently. Who knew coffee grains being carefully spooned into a cup could make such a racket?