One had a list labelled "Morning Routine": "7:15 a.m., one snooze?... shower... floss/brush/wash... vitamins... dress nicely... water plants".
How often have you had several hours to kill at an airport and longed for a place to shower and snooze?
We had only checked in 10 minutes earlier and, after an exhausting week reporting along Xinjiang's spectacular high-altitude border with Pakistan, I was desperate for a hot shower and a snooze.
The day began the same, with two taps of the snooze button, a stretch, and shower.
If you don't shower after work or snooze in the buff, opt to wash bed linens every one to two weeks in hot water.
After a half-hour or more of hitting the snooze button, he gets up and showers.
After hitting the snooze button a couple of times, I race to the shower, get dressed and if I'm lucky fit in a slice of toast before dashing out the door.
Aiden McGeady has flown in from Moscow, dropped his bags of at the hotel, had a shower, spruced up a bit, maybe even got a snooze in, and he is now in the Everton tunnel dressed in a home jersey.
It takes only one scalding under a strange shower, or a few minutes trying to puzzle out the snooze functions ("dream time"?) on a complex alarm clock, to stir a longing for one's real home.
Sometimes you oversleep, spend too long in the shower, your breakfast burns, or you end up hitting the snooze button three times.
Whereas my husband and son both bounce out of bed without so much as a longing glance at the covers, I hit the snooze button until the last possible second, then sleepwalk toward the coffeepot and the shower, in that order.
