excerpted with the author’s permission from this Thursday’s encore performance at Dixon Place - click for tix!

MY MORNING ROUTINE

PART 1 

I generally wake around 8 and hit snooze several times while I cuddle with my favorite of the two cats that share my home with me. She is called Camille, after the hurricane. (The other is called Ignatius, and I have never warmed to him as much – something in his insistent neediness is both familiar and repellent to me!) I become depressed from the NPR report on the oil spill or on the expected Democratic losses in the fall midterm elections, but know I must either listen or actually read the paper.

I make my bed and open the shades to greet the day: Good morning, NYC! What a big city. It’s a marvel I’ve managed to actually matter here. I kneel at my windowsill for prayers, then put a pot of coffee on and do a number two. My favorite toilet reading is one of the several atlases I keep in the bathroom – maps fascinate me, and I once flew over Cheyenne, Wyoming, and identified it from the air solely by recognizing its street grid from my many potty map viewings.

 I write for an hour, generally about myself.

…to be continued…