Awake. Again. In a quiet house with only a dim yellow streetlight visible out the front door. It is dark, and early, and definitely not my time to rise and shine.
But…at least it was a 4:30 (ugh) wake-up call this time.
At least I just went ahead and took a long, hot shower.
At least I remembered to make a cup of coffee.
At least I’m (mostly) ready to start my day.
At least the dogs are laying peacefully in the room.
At least I’m getting some writing time in before the kids are up.
At least my clothes were already laid out and ready to go.
Who says old dogs can’t learn new tricks?
But…4:30? In the morning?? REALLY?!