MORNING HAS BROKEN
Mar. 10th, 2006 06:14 amThose who know me in real life, whatever that means, can attest that I am not -- in any way or by any means or by any stretch of the imagination -- a morning person. Particularly since I went on a night shift at work about six or seven months ago: My waking days tend to start around 10-11 ish a.m. and continue to 2-3ish a.m.
So here I am at quarter after 6 in the morning, having been awake for nearly three hours.
Got up around 3:30 a.m., as I woke around 2:30 and dozed in fits and starts for an hour before deciding that was ridiculous. I'd turned in an early evening since I have a rare morning shift today -- but my intent had been to get up more or less around now.
But while I'll feel the effects later on today, this has been a highly enjoyable day so far. I've been able to leisurely drink a couple cups of coffee and have a real, unhurried breakfast; read for a good hour or so (couple chapters of the Bible and a few of Perelandra, which are dovetailing together in my brain); balanced my checkbook (or came as close to balancing as mine allow); checked LJ; and, best of all, heard the first birdsong of the day. And I still don't have to be at work for another hour.
Days like these tempt me into morphing into a Morning Person.
To My Public: What's your relationship with mornings like? Do you waltz gracefully and blissfully with them; or are you adversaries forced into an uneasy truce? As ever, I'm curious.
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Words: Perelandra by C.S. Lewis. In the home stretch. I can't believe I haven't read this thing before.
Sounds & Images: Nothing right now, under than the low whirr of my PC fan. Though I've been listening to Dylan's Infidels. Not his best work, but not his worst, either -- of course, even mid-range Dylan is Pretty Good Stuff.
State O'Mind: Welcoming
So here I am at quarter after 6 in the morning, having been awake for nearly three hours.
Got up around 3:30 a.m., as I woke around 2:30 and dozed in fits and starts for an hour before deciding that was ridiculous. I'd turned in an early evening since I have a rare morning shift today -- but my intent had been to get up more or less around now.
But while I'll feel the effects later on today, this has been a highly enjoyable day so far. I've been able to leisurely drink a couple cups of coffee and have a real, unhurried breakfast; read for a good hour or so (couple chapters of the Bible and a few of Perelandra, which are dovetailing together in my brain); balanced my checkbook (or came as close to balancing as mine allow); checked LJ; and, best of all, heard the first birdsong of the day. And I still don't have to be at work for another hour.
Days like these tempt me into morphing into a Morning Person.
To My Public: What's your relationship with mornings like? Do you waltz gracefully and blissfully with them; or are you adversaries forced into an uneasy truce? As ever, I'm curious.
***
Words: Perelandra by C.S. Lewis. In the home stretch. I can't believe I haven't read this thing before.
Sounds & Images: Nothing right now, under than the low whirr of my PC fan. Though I've been listening to Dylan's Infidels. Not his best work, but not his worst, either -- of course, even mid-range Dylan is Pretty Good Stuff.
State O'Mind: Welcoming