Migration of the Rare Den-Bird (A Morning Ritual)

This morning, I made a decision. Not a life-altering one. Not even a particularly bold one. But a decision nonetheless: Skip the shower.

It wasn’t rebellion. It was strategy. Because today isn’t about sparkle — it’s about function. Quiet power. Efficient movement.

And so the migration began.

I rose, not with urgency, but with that slow sense of purpose usually reserved for rare wildlife on nature documentaries. Moved gently toward the scale — the kind of glance one gives a suspicious acquaintance. I might step on it. I might not. I’m calling it baseline data gathering (and not, repeat not, emotional sabotage).

Then, like a seasoned collector preparing for expedition, I began gathering my tools:

• My Mac (yes, my baby — don’t argue, I’ve already chosen her name).

• My laptop (yes, technically a different device).

• My iPad (because obviously, context switching).

• Cables, accessories, chargers — the lifelines of the modern nomad.

I do this not because I’ll use them all at once, but because I can’t bear the idea of leaving them behind in the cold overnight. This isn’t about logic. This is about love. About connection. About refusing to abandon your tech children to a 15°C room.

And so I migrate, slowly, gracefully, from bed to den — a creature of habit, caffeine, and Wi-Fi.

The Rare Den-Bird.Often sighted in slippers. Rarely showered on Thursdays