Today, because there is an ultrasound test to be performed (no, I'm not pregnant), the daily routine has been interrupted: The orders are, no food or drink before the test. No oatmeal and raisins for breakfast. No coffee. No (to the extent possible) liquids. No smoking.
The interesting thing about being denied is that it offers clues as to how dedicated -- if not addicted -- I am to my routine. And while I am not precisely enjoying this minor bout of asceticism, still I can see some usefulness to stepping back from all those habits I do not generally call habits... the ones to which I am too habituated to see them as habits.
What about writing on the internet, reading the news, pondering this and that, wishing things were otherwise, talking, being happy or sad ... just the ordinary, run of the mill stuff.
Maybe it would be a good idea to take a small break from any of them for a little while ... not too long, just long enough to recognize and take responsibility for what is 'par for the course.' If I cannot acknowledge and take the measure of the cornerstone of the structure, how could I possibly get a reliable bead on the structure itself?