routine.

the alarm rings.. waking me at a time most others are enjoying their deepest sleep...

always the same 30 minutes, to shit, shower and shave...(necessarily in that order!)

the one hour ride to the airport, greedily consumed by some more sleep.

12 odd hours of duty, mind functioning more and more like an autopilot..

even adverse weather or poor flying skills fail to evoke a spark of interest.

the ride back home, another hour lost to sleep's cavernous appetite.

and again, its time to sleep, but sleep is now hard to find...

and just when the ticking of the clock lulls your senses...

your phone rings to inform you of the next day's routine...

midnight. perfect. a few hours more before the alarm rings again.