Dark office. Light outside in hallway. Scott frying something on the stove, talking to dog, talking on phone; TV on. Coffee mug beside me on table, almost empty. Wet hair; housecoat; complainy neck. Gotta go out the door in a half-hour and put in a long day at work.
Went for lunch with my sister Karen yesterday, and my aunt Shirley.
"How do you like getting up early and heading off to town?" Karen asked me.
And I, surprising myself, replied, "I like it!"
All those mornings getting up to drive Everett to his job in town must have been paving the way.
And now: Butter toast. Dress. Move!
I never had a problem getting up and ready for work. But it led to one of the shocking things for me when I retired---at first, I just kept waking up, getting up and getting stuff done---it took me a couple of years to get to a place where if I felt like it, I stayed in bed till I woke up. Still there.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you're enjoying your work!
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