I love my bed. Who doesn’t, right? That alarm goes off and suddenly that warm comfy spot is the most wonderful spot in the world, right? Well, if I get up right then, if I never consider the snooze, I am always glad. If I hit the snooze, even once, I’m done for if there’s no appointment pressing. No matter how much is on the day’s agenda, I can justify another hour or more in nine minute increments. But here’s the best thing. When I get up to walk, or otherwise exercise in some way, it’s the best. I get to be quiet. Yes, those of you who know me, I do enjoy that once in a while. I get to walk the neighborhood and focus my eyes on things that are further away than the other side of the room, or my computer monitor. I get to listen to the birds. Then when I get home, if I’m really lucky, nobody is awake yet and I get to have some quiet time at home. Drinking my coffee in peace is a privilege, indeed. Sitting down with the computer for some uninterrupted writing, with my banana and my coffee, that is a rare treat, for sure.
Too bad I have nothing to say today.