So apparently I made it through the night and so did He, though I haven’t had contact with him.
My morning rhythm is generally accompanied by music in the following categorical order:
- Baroque or some form of classical. Mozart is the bomb.
- Rasa, Deva Premal
- Omar Faruk Tekbilek, Nicodemus, belly dance type stuff
- Trance grooves
- Jack Johnson, Dave Matthews
Among other things, I am a musician so music is very important to me. I find it soothes me or, alternatively, plucks my nerves. Vivaldi can become annoying rather quickly and goes from rajasic to tamasic if I don’t turn it off prior to the point of aggravation.
This is what I like my mornings to be. Quiet. Predictable. Soothing me into my day. I don’t have these things when I’m with Greg as he has no appreciation for classical or ethnic music in the way that I do. It’s nice to be alone or absent of that feeling of pleasing him.