First of all, let me note that today marks the 22nd anniversary of when I proposed to my wife. We don’t have anything special planned to celebrate it, but we did have an interesting day yesterday planned around picking up my son and granddaughter at the airport. It was definitely a routine breaker in many ways:

  • No TV for 24 hours

  • Driving a different car -my son’s

  • Tally was at a sitter – so no walks

  • Tried a Monster sugar-free

  • Perfect Caper dining experience with a server named Spartacus whose uncle played for the undefeated 1968 National Champion Ohio State Buckeyes. 

  • Tour of Punta Gorda, Florida, including Fisherman’s Wharf

We thought we had a smooth day scheduled with some sightseeing, shopping, a car service appointment, and dinner, followed by the airport pick-up, but storms changed circumstances quickly. The flight was delayed to the point where I was forced to drive my wife back home to take care of Tally, so one trip to the airport turned into two and a late night. 

The flight did not arrive until well after 10:30p, so I ended up staying up well past midnight for the first time since we moved to Florida. I couldn’t even do it New Year’s Eve. We then had to wait for luggage, get out of the parking lot, drop my granddaughter off at her mother’s house, and get me back to my car so I could head home. This resulted in several other deviations from routine:

  • Slept until 9:30a when I normally get up around 7

  • Missed the morning dog outing

  • Shortened my run to just over a mile with the temperatures in the mid-80s

  • Took a different running route for variety

  • Stayed in the pool another hour after my swim instead of blogging

Although these we relatively small deviations from a normal day’s activities, I felt like I had broken up a rather boring routine that has been going on for months. Hopefully, it will lead to a change in attitude, as I at least now feel that I’m no longer in the movie, Groundhog Day.