Shampoo, rinse, repeat

Every single week day - around 11:30 am to be exact - the lady next door plays the piano.  At first I laughed a little bit at her.  This lady, like clockwork, always starts playing at 11:30.  She always plays "New York, New York" excessively, repeating over, and over, and over again.  There are certain variations she enjoys playing, but for the most part she will always go back to the original.  Then it dawned on me today:  

I myself have also repeating my schedule every single day for the last month.

My old schedule in Sacramento consisted of getting up, going to work, going to school, taking a nap, eating at some point, reading, then repeating.  NOW I get up between 9-10am, brush my teeth, pop on the internet, read the San Francisco Chronicle (everything except Sports), eat my breakfast of eggs, turkey bacon, and oatmeal, ponder about a new blog, clean, then repeat.  

So I have to wonder about this lady that still, right now, at this very moment is playing "New York, New York" for the millionth time.  Am I really so different than her?  Does she have a pattern of events every single day?  Does her life revolve around playing the piano from 11:30-1:00pm every day?  Does it keep her mind active and young?  Or does this lady have OCD and she feels that she MUST repeat her pattern?  

Really, what makes ME so different?  If anything, we are alike in character our lives somewhat parallel but just on different paths.

Well.  At least in 3 weeks I'll be on a plane to Wales.  Whew.