The blanket was warm and soft. I wanted to get up this morning and get some exercise, but my body was looking at the same old routine: the walk down the usual street to the usual park, and doing the usual thing. It wasn't budging. So I lay there a bit.

A different little park, not too far away, came to mind, and ping! I was up and getting sweat pants and hoody lined up on the bed. It felt great zipping down a different street as the sun was pulling itself over the sea of housetops.

Sometimes it helps to mix it up a little.