Six in the morning. The alarm hasn't sounded yet, but either I woke up early as usual or the cats woke me up.

I press the button of the coffee machine. The smell of coffee begins to fill the kitchen.

I have an hour before my daughters wake up, before the chaos of the day begins.

 My cats want to play. We play a little. The precious minutes of an hour are starting to flow.

Coffee is ready. I take a sip. According to my allergy doctor, we have a sensitivity to taste and enjoy only the first four sips of alcoholic beverages, the rest it is a habit. Does it apply to coffee too?

One more sip.

I'm going to wash my face and apply cream. Why do I have so many different creams? Face, eye, sun. Did the marketing of staying young, not aging, looking like I slept for eight hours affected me too?

Another sip of coffee.

I'm making the bed. I'm one of those obsessed people. One of those who cannot start the day before the bed is made. Why are some people like me and some not? Is there a bed making obsession gene? Or is it just a case of obsessive-compulsive disorder? Of course, I make the bed very symmetrically.

One more sip. My coffee is getting cooler.

Should I wear makeup or not? Before, the debate was about why only women were expected to wear makeup in the business world. Now the issue is what a man or woman is. Isn't gender a social construct that has been imposed on for centuries by the strong, the majority?

Another little sip.

It's dressing time. As I started preferring clothes that are more comfortable and will keep me happy all day long, my teenage girls want tighter, shorter, smaller everything. “Mom jeans” they call what I wear here. Let them say, but why is the world of marketing so much in our lives?

The coffee is cold. I drink the last two sips quickly. I'm one minute late.

Did I enjoy the coffee? After the first four sips? What is pleasure, or is habit a pleasure? 

Maybe I'll think about them again tomorrow. Now, I'm done with coffee and my hour.