Amazing isn't it? How lost one can get if a major interruption screws up a morning/afternoon/evening routine.
Case in point.
About a month ago (6/8), I was sitting at my computer, eating my breakfast and doing my normal blog maintenance and blog reading, when in the middle of responding to a comment left by a reader, the power went out in the house.
I thought to myself, 'Okay, I'll just finish writing my comment as soon as I find a wireless signal.'
Notice that right off the bat that I'm already lost.
It took about a minute or two for this particular thought to sink in: There was no power in the house, therefore household computer was down, therefore no wireless signal.
I closed out what was on my screen, and sat there in a room illuminated only by the glowing screen, trying to figure out what to do next. At first, I thought I would play a couple of computer games to while away the remaining half hour or so.
That quickly fell by the wayside when I decided that I should save the battery on my computer for as long as possible. So I exited the game and exited the computer, and for the next thirty seconds, sat alone in a dark basement with only my thoughts to keep me company.
That also quickly fell by the wayside, as while I don't mind being alone with my thoughts, it's not part of my morning routine to be alone with my thoughts.
I grabbed my writing tray and pen and paper (what, you don't have your personal work area memorized?) and made my way upstairs. Once upstairs, I decided to try to go outside and write. And being New England, our late spring weather had been goofy as of late, so when I went outside, I froze my butt off, because temps where in the mid-50's (early June peoples).
What to write about became a moot point. Since my morning routine was interrupted, I decided to start writing about "routineous interruptus". I wrote up to the second stand alone 'so' sitting on that rocking bench freezing my butt off, while the rest of it was composed a couple of days later elsewhere.
The rest of my interruptous consisted of showering in almost total darkness and getting dressed in natural sunlight.
As it turned out, the rest of my day went as per normal and I found out later that power was restored by 10a.
My question to you is this: Ever suffer from "routinous interruptous" and how badly were you thrown off (if at all) in the process?