Then after a little more arranging in our respective rooms, she headed out and I settled in for the night, knowing I had an early morning shift. My mind buzzed around for a little while, but I got to sleep before long.
Waking up at four am is just odd. I looked at my alarm with a quizzical expression as if it were behaving oddly on purpose. I hit the snooze button, but after about a minute, realized that wouldn't help, and rolled out of bed onto my yoga mat. I'm glad I'd rolled it out the night before, otherwise I may have been in danger of skipping it. Perhaps it was because I had so recently been sleep-breathing, or else it was just a gift from the Lord, but my yoga and breathing felt deep and smooth and productive. So the fifteen minutes I was able to squeeze in woke up my mind and body like it was supposed to, without feeling achy or weak.
And once I am awake I do love early mornings.
I headed down for breakfast, made a sort of omelette that involved leftover rice, and a couple of banana-egg 'pancakes'. By the time I hopped out of the shower I had about eight minutes left. I was ready in six, and stepping out the door was surprised by how dark it still was. I couldn't see the lock.
Of course predawn traffic is great, and seeing the downtown lights as I drove just made my heart sing. A few minutes before I got to work I found a dope jazz station on the radio. Perfect before daylight. I got to watch the sunrise from the front window of Slurps & Chews (that's it's new nickname according to me). Over the course of my shift I learned new things and became comfortable enough to do a few things on my own. And now I'm hanging out post-shift for the wifi and companionship.
|Got to work on this under-glass collage for my desk last night.|
Listening to this delightful Glenn Miller radio show: