dicking about

I have absolutely no issue with getting up in the morning. It's almost a clockwork procedure for me. It's what I'm doing afterwards that can stump me. I seem to wake at 6.45am, or very close to it, every day. There is inevitably a grumbling going on in the gastric depths, and it has woken my brain up to tell it that things need attending to. No alarm clock necessary. It doesn't seem to matter what time I actually went to sleep. Be it 11pm, midnight, or even 1am very occasionally if I get caught up in my book. Once it gets to 6.45am I wake and my day begins. I start executing the program 'The Morning' now. Bathroom, Exercise routine, Medication, Breakfast. Each of these having a number of essential steps for completing them. The exact order of things within each subroutine can be moved around a little, but I can't move on from one to another before each subroutine is completed. All these habits have gradually built up into the morning choreography that works as a standard practice, to…