I'm a morning person by nature. If I had my way, I would be up and down with the sun. There's something so peaceful about 6am that I wish I could just bottle it and let it back out when my house is in full chaos mode and I need a reprieve.
I hoard the mornings like nobody's business. If I get any kind of decent sleep (like 5 hours or so), I will stealthily sneak out of the bedroom and tip toe to the coffee pot. As I get that going, I will let the dogs out, feed all of the house animals (except for the Irishman, who is still sleeping) and savor the next couple of hours.
The problem is that this is my favorite time of day for everything. For running, working, drinking my mega cup of coffee and reading. Try as I might, I can't seem to get all of that squeezed into the two hours that I have. The other problem is that the tranquility of the morning only lasts until just before 8am. This is when people start coming out of their houses to get chores done, go out for breakfast and when my own family wakes from their slumber.
Like a secret lover, I bid my quiet morning farewell until we meet the next day....unless Parker didn't sleep, in which case I'll pull the covers over my head and curse the sun for intruding in my life. I'm fickle that way.
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