I woke up at 5:30 this morning. I could not fall back asleep, courtesy of Mr. Squeakers, whose scritchings and scratchings in the wall were grating on my nerves. I couldn’t stand to listen to him anymore, so I got up and came downstairs. I thought I’d do some writing and get an early start on breakfast.
I didn’t get much writing done, but the early breakfast was a success. The kids and I enjoyed the relaxed pace. I should always get up a little early.
But not too early. The early morning hours seem so cold and dark and mean. I prefer the nighttime hours, which are darker and yet so much more welcoming. I should not rise before the sun.
I suppose the good news is that at some point, 5:30 will not be before the sun, or so people tell me. 😉
Oh, you’ve heard that rumor, too? Well, I’m not going to try to find out if it’s true! 🙂