Though it has never become to me some comfort ritual that it is spoke of in stories, upon some pondering I think my morning routine is similar to just about everyone else. I pull off the sheets, look at my face and naked chest in the bathroom mirror, marveling that my skin looks no better or worse than the night before, I hose the blood off the wall and floorboard, and brew myself a cup of coffee, black, which I waking up to the morning mail. So outside of not taking sugar or cream with my coffee its probably fairly typical.