Welcome back to another Teaky Tuesday – it’s actually Wednesday, but let’s assume for my own sanity that I wrote this yesterday so I can continue my weekly tradition. Incidentally, this week I am thinking about routine. I am thinking about structure, giving form to the shapeless blobs that are, in fact, my waking days. I rise at 8:30am each morning – in reality more like 9am with snoozes – and I stretch to my toes (I get about halfway down my shins), my spine cracking like a xylophone. Refres...