There is a heck of a long list of things that I will never be tacked to the right inside door of my mental junk cabinet, and at the top of that list in the very first slot, making the cut above 'sociopath', 'homicidal maniac', and 'Hitler', is 'matutinophile'. Morning and I were not made for intimacy, and there's nothing that sets the day wrong quite so much as rolling out of bed at an indecently punctual hour, after four hours of sleep, with exhaustion puffing my eyelids and ringing my eyes.
However.
There are consolations, small though they be. One of them is coffee. Another, fickle though it may be, is morning sun. And hot showers. And the chance to dash away to work without a panicking fit because of having overslept my alarm yet again. And a Celestial Seasonings tea tin, unexpected, tucked into the box.
Yes, I'm trying to make myself feel better about this whole "early rising" thing. Unfortunately, it's not really working. Because I practically dozed all through the shower, and I'm off to work in a bit of a panicking fit anyway because that on-my-feet-nap cost me a princely sum of ten minutes and I needed those ten minutes. Honestly, why do the minutes from seven-fifteen to seven-fifty have to go so swiftly?
But. Fortunately, I still have coffee. And my legs move. It's always possible I might have waked and found myself paralyzed from the waist down; things like that must happen somewhere, and I am a very lucky girl indeed because it has yet to happen to me.
Have a splendid Wednesday, people.
Yes, and I did. -.- But seriously, I can totally feel your pain about early rising.
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