|Bbbbrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggggggg! Time to wake up!|
The problem is that I hate waking up. And that is a big problem. For as much as I like the morning time, I am still a night owl. My body is a happy camper when I can sleep from roughly 3 am - 11 am, which is when teenagers and party animals seem to want to sleep and so it gets me a bad rap. Consequently, I am not what you would call a "morning person," even though I am. Does that make sense? I am a person who loves the morning but hates getting up. I am a giant fan of whomever invented the snooze alarm. Now that I have a job that requires my lazy ass to be out of bed on a regular basis, I am rapidly becoming a fan of coffee, even if only a cup or two, and if only because it gives me something warm to put inside me and get me going, not unlike the benefit of having an engine block heater on a cold, cold day.
So anyway, if you haven't looked at the time stamp, it's morning. And from whatever time it says this blog posted, subtract 15 minutes and that is when I started writing it, unless it is a particularly long or short one. Now, I understand that it is not particularly early in the morning - if I were at work I would already have a couple of hours in - but it is still morning, and I am still having trouble shaking off the cobwebs. For whatever reason I just can't seem to get the old body motivated today. I feel sluggish. I am coughing up some unpleasant crud that has accumulated in my lungs overnight. My eyes and their accompanying lids are droopy at best. And for some reason, it is taking my brain a long time to sort out just about everything it needs to do.
But that is life. And it is the morning, so I will enjoy it whatever of it is left. If I could only shake these cobwebs...