My usual morning, is well, unusual. I have no routine, except for being woken up by the dog at 6:30am who wants to eat. You think she would learn by now that I feed her between 7am and 8:30am. If I'm particularly annoyed I will wait a bit longer, or if she's calm I will push it out a bit. But she's the perfect alarm clock, not that I need or want one. Actually, she is the last dog Shawn and I will ever have. We love her, but are ready for some more freedom.
Back to my point - I have no morning routine, except for waking up and maybe eating breakfast, or possibly having tea, it's also a toss up whether or not I will exercise that morning or wait until evening. This morning I fed the dog, made some tea, cleaned the kitchen, started a fire and I'm now grading papers. I typical morning I suppose.