It won't come as a surprise that my morning routine is pretty simple.
The sun wakes me. I stow my thermarest and stuff my sleeping bag away. Walden then takes me to the nearest Starbucks. There I quickly brush my teeth etc - then settle in with a coffee and check my email for work.
Today I decided to shave. In my haste I cut myself (new razor). I knew I had taken a good chunk out of my chin but for that split second before the elevator doors opened - I thought that I might get away without bleeding.
I started to bleed out like a stuck pig. It ran down my chest and dripped off my chin into the sink. It took a while to staunch the bleeding - so after cleaning the bathroom like a crime scene, I finally came out clean shaven and sheepishly ordered my morning coffee, all the while holding a bloody paper towel to my face.