Last night, while tidying up, I thought of something clever to blog about today. And of course, forgot to write it down - and of course, spent all day thinking about it and not getting anywhere.
So. What shall we talk about, blog?
For many years, I've had a lot of strange little rituals. Now, I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm OCD, but perhaps there are some borderline components that make up this eccentric part of my personality.
After I turn the shower off, I like to cup the last of the water that runs out of the faucet in my hands and throw it up over my head. Also, on the subject of showers, I can't really make it out of the house without one (unless I'm camping). I also, absolutely must with no exceptions have Chinese takeout on Christmas eve. Before writing, I will play one game of solitaire while listening to a loud selection from my super-secret embarrassing play list of doom.
When I was little, my Dad and I used to have a bedtime ritual based on a children's book I can no longer remember the title of. We would shake hands, and say, "And how do you do, and how do you do, and how do you do again!" It provided a sense of completion to the day - of comfort. Some days, I really miss it.
What are your little rituals?