We all are, I suppose... We have our little ways of doin' things.
Before I go to bed at night, I set up the coffee maker for in the morning,
so that it'll be ready to brew at the touch of the button as I walked by on
the way to let the dogs out. I also savor a teaspoon of peanut butter.
And once I get into bed, and am ready to fall asleep, I position myself
on my back, legs straight with toes up, and my hands folded across my chest.
This used to freak Marianne out a bit because it's tad too "casket ready"...
I also habitually carry things with me during the day. As a fan of CBS' hit show,
"N.C.I.S.", I'm well aware of Leroy Jethro Gibbs Rule #9..."Always carry a knife..."
So I usually carry a small folder with me in case I'm attacked by an emergency letter
or package, or in case I've got a random thread hangin' from one of my 20 year old
shirts...And I feel absolutely naked without a pen.
I think this was caused by my stint as a bank teller during my summer
between high school and college. Several times a day, customers would ask to
borrow a pen. I'd oblige. And they NEVER gave it back. I'm quite picky
and protective of my pens.
Some things ingrained in me since I was 9 years old.
My third grade teacher, Mrs. Russell, began every morning with an inspection
of sorts. I don't remember to what standard the girls were held, but for the boys,
we had to have a clean handkerchief, clean fingernails and a comb. Well, I didn't
really have any fingernails as a nervy little boy, and my hair was cut in a very close
crewcut, but I passed muster with a clean hanky everyday.
I've grown up a bit and now can produce clean fingernails.
I still have no use for a comb.
I ALWAYS carry a clean hanky.
And if you need to borrow my pen? No problem.
Don't wanna give it back?
Remember: I have a knife. ;-)