Everyone has a routine of some kind in their daily lives. Even those of us living what we might perceive to be lives of pure and unending chaos are still likely to be governed, to some extent, by eating, sleeping and working, not to mention hobbies and other leisure activities that fill space in between.
I assume that this is the result of stunning hangovers, rather than buyers' remorse. But very soon they will have to start making decisions. We have lost, within a few hours, a Prime Minister and a European Commissioner, on the very day that the most important foreign and domestic decisions for a generation need to be taken. In short, they will have to take back control.
You know those mornings where you wake up so hungover that, in the space between lifting your head off the pillow and clambering upright, it's totally necessary to spend three to ten minutes perched on the side of the bed, shoulders limp and frowning at the skirting boards? I'm pretty sure that's what a lot of us felt at dawn on Friday.
Before negotiations start, we need to know what we're asking for. That has to mean a General Election - that's the only way we can reach a mandate on a way forward. We'd have a minimum period of months (the earliest practical date would be early November) to debate, discuss, inform voters, who'll then be able to weigh up the offers by various parties.
I'm not going to claim we're out of the woods yet; there's a long way to go till the fruits of independence are laid bare. For starters, we're certainly not going to be spending that phantom £350million anytime soon (if it even proves to exist). But seeing people write off a historic opportunity on the basis of one day's events is absolutely crackers.
All considered, it's like watching your eccentric cousin trying to row out into the rough seas of the Atlantic, because he might have gotten angry at not fitting in or cross at some rule he objected to but had to follow. On the one hand you know he won't get very far, but on the other you realise with dread he might still drown in the waves.
I was born and raised in Boston, Lincolnshire, one of the most Eurosceptic areas in the UK and the town polled as most likely to vote to leave the EU in the entire country. These voters are my friends, my family and my ex-colleagues, and they aren't stupid - they're scared because their community has been neglected for decades and they feel powerless to change it.