I've been blessed by God.  He blessed me with such a gift - I fed my family with this singular gift - He blessed me with work; work that, barring my health going way south, I can undertake to a very considerable set of numbers in age, and, I find no better way to relax than to work.

I rise up, pretty much, right after dawn.  Rarely do I jump up with my hair on fire; I lay there for a while, reviewing my nights dreams which, maybe nine tenths of the time, are musical in nature.

Pants on?  Check.  Slippers?  Check.  Downstairs for coffee for Jessica and myself and then, weather permitting, out to the veranda with the laptop and headphones, or, straight to the studio and go to tape.  Yes, I still call it tape.

I used to enjoy reading the paper with my morning coffee; it's taken me over a half century to break the habit - it was a poison I dragged along with me throughout my day, never realising it's effects upon my frame of mind, therefore, every act/decision of the day was colored by some calamity or other.
My advice?  Grab your headphones instead of the paper when you pour that cup.  By all means, check the news of the day, but wait ​much later to do so.

I seem to work better under a deadline, and it seems there's always a deadline.  Music Supervisor:  "I need it by yesterday at 4 PM".
I enjoy deadlines; a fire is built under my ass, everything gets shoved aside, and people stay the hell out of my way.

Deadlines are not always the case, and I take these occasions to roll a fatty and just go wandering in order to allow whatever to unfold.  My mileage varies somewhat.

This is one of those wanderings - as yet, still un-signed and hanging around in the shoebox; SOMEBODY ​will need a "theme" someday.