Establishing A Routine

The car is fixed! That's great news. Of course, no one has ever said what truly was "wrong" with it. Codes, clear the codes, road tests, $42 for this, $8 for disposable fees, labor. A few hundred dollars later and Cowboy walked over to the mechanic tonight to get it. Seems to be riding as smooth as ever.

He did lock the key in the loaner car this morning. Loser. A locksmith was called, a fine-looking lady in a Cadillac showed up and soon the keys were in his hand and he was back on the road.

He needs a routine. This new job he started just about a month ago seems to have turned his life all off kilter. He needs to determine a new time to wake up every day, arrive to work on time, park in the same place, go to lunch at the same time, come home at a normal hour and pay attention to me all evening.

I credit much of my success to my routine. I take great pride in trying to make every day as close as possible to the day before. I may stare out a window or the deck door, but I do that about the same time each day. There's toys all over the place too. I move them about the house just to keep Cowboy thinking. We go outside often, but even then I smell the air first, sit for a spell, walk toward the stairs take a few steps down the stairs, a few more, get to the bottom, sniff around more, then I walk out into the yard. Nothing different. It's the routine, I tell you! And you don't see me spending $60 for a locksmith.