You think I'd know better

I like to run my life with ruthless efficiency.

I have two bags, one containing music stuff, the other containing EFL stuff, so I can pack lesson materials for each week at one go.

Each night I lay out the next day's clothes on the radiator. The heating is programmed to come on half an hour before I get up, and my clothes are nice and warm.

Each night I also place a flask of tea and some stuff to munch on into my bag, so I can have warm - not boiling hot - tea as I'm travelling; and I don't have to waste time in the morning getting it ready.

My toiletries are laid out in the order I will use them. Right to left.

Sounds like the Jetsons? Or Wallace and Gromit?

Somehow the conveyor belt of morning preparation moves along slower than it normally does, so today I'm having to rush to get to work today, grabbing the wrong bag.

That's right. The wrong bag. Not the bag with all my food in it. Not the bag with the lessons I'm going to teach today.

Ah heck. At least my underwear was warm.

Tonight's supposed to be 20 minutes on the stepper, but I've been so zonked out by the day, I'll just do some weights. I figure my running would also benefit more from stretching than cardio, so that's my excuse.