Morning Glory

I've really become a morning person, and I'm really happy about that. I couldn't tell you exactly how that happened...in the fall, I was rolling out of bed, never going to breakfast, barely having time to think about what to wear or what to do with my face. In the spring, though, I was awake, I was at breakfast, I was calm/cool/collected and ready for my day. Whatever the difference was, I'm thankful for it, because it's lasted into the summer. Not that I had any choice, really, when I have to be at work at 8 am. This week my start times were as follows:

Monday - 8:45

Tuesday - 8:30

Wednesday - 8:15

Today - 8:00

See? They are tricky. But thanks to my weird schedule change that began at the beginning of last semester, these ever-earlier times are okay because I'm a morning person now. Yay!!

This morning I got up at 6:20, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and headed downstairs for some breakfast and, most importantly, coffee. Usually I see my mom sitting up in bed reading her nook when I pass by on my way down. She always sees me and says, "Morning!" But today she was lying down reading and didn't even see me. I decided it must be one of those days, and thus got myself some cinnamon toast just like I ate when I was a kid.

Yum yum!