Despite having arrived back in London from holidays nearly two weeks ago, I'm really just now settling into a normal routine. Cereal upon awakening, reading and writing during the day punctuated by soup for lunch, gym or running in the evening, and some form of pasta with red sauce and a salad at dinner before crawling into bed.
Unexpectedly, I am loving this routine. I turned 36 last week and maybe my penchant for this roteness is a sign that I'm getting old. The other sign could be that even though I had a great time at my own birthday cocktail party, I was just as happy to leave it and my guests at 3am to get some much needed sleep.
Three cheers for settling in!