I am not a morning person. I would prefer to stay huddled in my blanket cocoon every day until at least noon. But, alas, kids, job, real life, etc. conspire to drag me from my unconscious state way too early -- each and every day. I am the kind of person who stays up until the wee hours reading "just one more chapter." And then the next day stumbles out of bed, one eye partially open, reaching for coffee and trying to find the shower before slamming into a wall.
My brother, who lives in a place where the climate is perpetually hot -- even in winter, defends his choice by saying, "we're early people. We get up early," he says, "before it's hot, and do our stuff." Humph. Well, we're not "early people." Not for nothing. Even now, when I am heartily sick of snow and seeing the filthy, frozen mounds surrounding the sidewalk and roads makes me want to hurl, the prospect of having to get up early to "do stuff" does not appeal. I just can't do it.
The Creative Cue for this week is "morning." Only one letter more and you have "mourning." Hmmmm.....
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