- Woken by alarm sometime before noon. Alarm is currently “Morning Sun” by Holly Herndon
- Pick up phone, skim email and app messages, send a couple of Snapchat messages from bed if warranted, press the button that signals to Twitter that I’m alive if I feel like it.
- Stagger downstairs while dodging murderous cats who want me to fall downstairs and die so they can eat me
- Hit coffee machine until gives coffee
- Sit outdoors for an hour with coffee and cigarettes, listening to the news podcasts and some calming music podcasts if required, skimming the news on Twitter and the feeds, reading the Guardian, dealing with whatever mail that needs dealing with that I can solve from my phone. If it’s warm enough, the laptop comes outside too - mornings are best for prose of some kind, not scripts. Earbuds in, so I can’t hear the chickens, who are screaming that they want me to fall over and die so they can eat me
- Mark up the things that’ll go out to my private list later, process events into the calendar
- Take five minutes to just look at the world and the sky.
- And the seagulls who wheel overhead, waiting for me to fall over and die so they can eat me
