Same ole routine?

There is a tendency of routine in our lives. Don't you feel like every day is a repeat of the last. On your daily drive to work, you go though the motions, not even realizing the last mile you have driven...thoughts tend to wander...thinking about the day, the last evening...the evening ahead.....nothing meaningful....sad. I have been given a gift. I wake at the demand of my body. With no clock at my side. No demand at hand other than to make my coffee, to jump start myself. Then, my self made routine begins. First, I should take a walk...because I can. And when I complete that, I wait for a pause in golfers at the hole in my back yard, so I can chunky dunk in the pool. Then I should shower and get ready for the day....maybe some quilting, or a visit with the neighbor, get in the golf cart and check on the manatees in the marina, or see what dad is doing down at the yacht club.... I suggested to Scott, he fly down here and bring me home, he may have to drag me kicking and screaming. This is a routine, I could get very accustomed to.