MY LIFE HAS FALLEN INTO A DAILY ROUTINE. At first, I thought that was a good thing. It includes certain creative efforts, academic activities, enjoyable sidelights, exercise. But it is beginning to dawn on me that I am stagnating in this routine and not expending as much of me as I feel capable of producing. It has hit me that this routine, this diurnal repetition of activities day after day, is my way of coping with the aging process. In short, I have slowed down appreciably. Educator Amos B. Alcott said: “The less routine the more life.” I’ve put myself into a room and there’s only so much one can accomplish closed up in a room. The room itself may just be metaphorical, as one option to break free from my present routine would involve taking up a major creative effort that would not remove me from the room necessarily, but would substantially increase and vary the room’s activity and most definitely send the curse of routine packing. There are limited options. I can’t play a musical instrument, so joining a band is out of the question. I abhor politics, so I won’t be running for office. I’m too old, and married, so chasing attractive women is not likely. But there are things I can do that do not fall within the penumbra of stultifying routine. That whirring sound you hear is me considering my options.