Mornings

I have always liked to lie (lay?) in bed after I wake up and think about things - the day to come, the weather, the book I am reading, redecorating the bedroom. I like to snuggle under the covers if it is chilly and even enjoy the comfy bed even if it is warm. The cats join me to partake of their morning nap on the bed, sometimes I talk on the phone, write in my journal or even pick up a book.

Now that I am retired I can do this on almost any day. For just about the first time in my life! When was the last time you did not have to get up and do something important? Maybe not having something important to do would drive you crazy? Maybe you are one of those people who like (???) to pop out of bed as soon as you wake up?

I actually remember having a discussion about this with Diane during rides on the school bus particularly during our junior high years. Diane and I had gone to the same school for most of our lives, but we were not really friends -- except on the school bus, and especially in the mornings. I had moved to a new neighborhood when I was ten years old and I think she and I were the first couple of kids to be picked up on that bus route. We always commiserated on the unfairness of having to get out of bed in the morning. We would discuss the wonders of electric blankets, the discomfort of cold rooms and floors, and the grouchiness/meanness of mothers making us arise from our beds. Our bus ride was easily an hour or so -- we had lots of time to analyze this problem, but we never did solve it. Little did we know that this was the beginning of a lifetime of getting up too early.

Wonder what ever happened to Diane? As I said, we were not really close and I think she may have stopped going to that school before we graduated in eighth grade. She had long blond hair that she had never cut that came down passed her butt. I should go Google her now that I have the time.