Process Essay II

As an introduction, when I first wrote this, I thought the directions said to write on one of the two topics or one of my own.  Then I went back and discovered that I was to write on roads or tools.  So I did, but I liked this one so well and so did my coworkers, that I decided to post it anyway.  Maybe I'll be able to use it somewhere else, but if not, oh well, I had fun writing it.

"Woke up, fell out of bed..."  Ow!  Who left their shoes by my bed?!  I stumble in the dark to the bathroom, picking up the scale on the way.  After fulfilling my morning ritual, I go back to the bedroom, deposit the scale  and make my way downstairs.  The dog is dancing around in circles, anxious to go outside.  I grumble as I pull my coat and shoes on, "alright, alright, give me a minute, will ya?"  I grab a doggie bag and clip the leash on PJ's collar and we trudge outside.  PJ sniffs delicately as she picks just the right spot to make her deposit.  "Come on, it's cold out here!  What difference does it make where you go?"  Finally satisfied, we make our way back into the house.

Next, I pull out our pill bottles.  PJ and I may get our meds from different sources, but our ailments are much the same.  Arthritis, thyroid and other unmentionables that afflict the aged.  With our medical needs attended to, it is time for my shower.  The warm water courses over me and I take a brief respite before the chaos of the day sets in.  I dry off and go upstairs and "dragged a comb across my head."

I come back downstairs and the cat is whining.  "For pete's sake, there's food in your dish, what else do you want?"  For some reason, she forsakes her usual spot on top of the loveseat for the stuffed chair in the dining room.  As I get closer, I see why.  She's thrown up on the back of the loveseat again.  I grab some paper towels and clean off the blanket on the back of the loveseat and throw the blanket in the wash.

I finally sit down to read the paper and eat breakfast.  I keep one eye on the clock, because of the unexpected disruption to my routine (i.e., the cat).  This has put me behind.  I have some fruit and a bagel and get lost in the funnies.  "And looking up, I noticed I was late."

I rush upstairs to complete my toiletries, but the door is shut.  "Come on, I'm running late.  Get out, it's the only room with good lighting and a mirror."  He finally comes out.  "Oh, come on, you could have done that downstairs!  Next time, open a window!"  I straighten my hair, but as usual, one section sticks straight out.  I don't have time for this.  I need to get going.  I enter the bedroom, look in the closet and find the clothes that need the least amount of ironing.  After dressing, I run downstairs to get my lunch ready.  "Found my coat, grabbed my hat."  Ran out the door in seconds flat.  Used the auto key to open the door,  Argh, set the alarm off again!" Finally get the alarm under control and pull out of the drive. 

I arrive at work, sign in on the computer and make my rounds to my coworker for one last visit before settling down to work.  I sit down at my computer and begin the mind-numbing business of data entry.  "And somebody spoke and I went into a dream."  And so it goes.

I wrote this in a half and hour on my lunch break.  Too bad I could work the road in somehow, but it is the process of how I get ready for work each morning.