So maybe it isn’t real early in the morning, but it is still morning. I am laying in my bed, listening to my mom chat on the phone in the other room, and contemplating what I would like to eat for lunch. Zaxby’s and Bojangles always seem to overpower every other choice, but I’m looking to not end up with heart disease at age 30, so we will see.
This is the latest I have been in bed almost all summer. I enjoy sleeping in the mornings more than most things. I love to wake up, roll over, and realize that I don’t have to get up right now, snuggle back into the covers and pass out. I think morning sleep in the most enjoyable. But this summer I have had a hard time sleeping in the mornings. Maybe it is because while I was in Rome I finally taught myself how to wake up at 6 am and enjoy the day (the trick here is to go to sleep around 7:30 at night), and my body clock has been damaged ever since.
OR MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, THE REASON I HAVEN’T BEEN SLEEPING IN THE MORNING IS BECAUSE THE PHONE IN MY ROOM IN AUGUSTA HAS THE MOST OBNOXIOUS RING I HAVE EVER HEARD. I THINK I AM GOING TO GIVE IT TO BELLA TO CHEW ON.
But the good things about getting up in the morning do help counteract the disappointment from lack of morning sleep. Like, you can watch all the prime time in the daytime. And when it gets to be 5 in the afternoon, you don’t wonder where the day went quite as much.
I’ve been sitting here contemplating how I could waste my time today. And I all the sudden had a flash on productive inspiration. I realized I have cookies to bake. And letters to write. And cookies to eat. And cokes to drink. And I think my dad might have said something about me brushing down the pool today. But I was trying really hard not to hear him, so I’m not sure.
Wish me luck, it is going to be a big day.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 