My entire life I have been a night person, I can’t help it, it’s just a fact. That been said,
If I am scheduled for dinner at the brewhouse I wake up, do stuff, go to work. Things are different if I am scheduled for lunch. My day starts with an alarm clock.
First, I send all my hate to the alarm clock.
Second, I send my gratitude to the furry beast that has curled up on top of me thus forcing me to remain in the prone position for the length of a snooze alarm.
Third, I compose short love sonnet to man who invented the snooze alarm as I strike it again.
Fourth, I disturb furry beast as I roll to shut off alarm again and finally rise from bed as I surrender myself to the siren song of…
Fifth,…coffee. I brew, smell, and give thanks for coffee.
Sixth, feed cat, fish, and my soul with an unassuming Kenyan blend and 2% milk.
Seventh, notice how late it’s getting, surely I only hit the snooze that once.
Eighth, shower, dress, make up.
Nineth, Grab banana to go. Go to brewhouse.
Right now it is 2am. I have to work lunch tomorrow at the brewhouse and I know how much I hate mornings but,….My house is finally all cleaned and decorated with sparkling Christmas lights including a newly trimmed fir tree that makes everything smell great and the San Francisco Ballet’s Nutcracker on PBS, just began Act II. I can’t be expected to just voluntarily fall asleep.
It’s going to be another ugly morning.