Morning person
All my life I've never been a morning person. Today I may have qualified at last.
After two days wallowing in the luxury of not getting up in the middle of the night to go walking while Grumpy is gone, I began to miss, even crave, the exercise. I set my alarm for 4:45 a.m. When it went off this morning, I hit the snooze button and thought about it: I wanted to get up. The novelty of this will only be apparent to those who know me well.
Not only did I want to get up, I then did actually get up. The weeks of practice have changed me. I am newly qualified to go on birdwatching trips with the Audubon Society, who always seem to be meeting in parking lots at ungodly hours in the a.m.
Homie was excited. We were out of the house by 5:30. He frolicked in the park, and by 5:45 he was panting hard and standing over sprinklers on our way to the canal. By 6:30 we were home, having walked a couple of miles, used all our water, and begun to feel sun-scorched. Next time we must get out of the house earlier.
Grumpy called from Memphis this morning. The bus trip was horrible, horrible, horrible -- horrible food, horrible long waits, a missed connection, acid reflux, and diarrhea. He almost got arrested having a conniption fit at an all-night store that was "closed for cleaning" when he tried to buy much-needed medications. If the car deal falls through, he threatens to walk home. Ha-ha, that'll be the day. He's in a Motel 6 across the street from Elvis's start, the old Sun Studio. He'll use today to get his body back on track and see the car tomorrow. I am glad to be safely and comfortably bored at home.
After two days wallowing in the luxury of not getting up in the middle of the night to go walking while Grumpy is gone, I began to miss, even crave, the exercise. I set my alarm for 4:45 a.m. When it went off this morning, I hit the snooze button and thought about it: I wanted to get up. The novelty of this will only be apparent to those who know me well.
Not only did I want to get up, I then did actually get up. The weeks of practice have changed me. I am newly qualified to go on birdwatching trips with the Audubon Society, who always seem to be meeting in parking lots at ungodly hours in the a.m.
Homie was excited. We were out of the house by 5:30. He frolicked in the park, and by 5:45 he was panting hard and standing over sprinklers on our way to the canal. By 6:30 we were home, having walked a couple of miles, used all our water, and begun to feel sun-scorched. Next time we must get out of the house earlier.
Grumpy called from Memphis this morning. The bus trip was horrible, horrible, horrible -- horrible food, horrible long waits, a missed connection, acid reflux, and diarrhea. He almost got arrested having a conniption fit at an all-night store that was "closed for cleaning" when he tried to buy much-needed medications. If the car deal falls through, he threatens to walk home. Ha-ha, that'll be the day. He's in a Motel 6 across the street from Elvis's start, the old Sun Studio. He'll use today to get his body back on track and see the car tomorrow. I am glad to be safely and comfortably bored at home.
posted by Cranky Ol' Lady at 10:56 AM
1 Comments:
I didn't realize you were getting up to go walking at 4 am. I thought you were STAYING UP that late so you could go walking. Congrats. Yes, it will be a novelty, but take it while you can.
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