Sitting in my easy chair at a little after six on a Sunday morning, I am a bit amused at how much my life has changed and how my body and mind rail against such nonsense,
Why in the world do I need to be awake, with coffee and bagel in hand at this time in the morning? The simple answer is that this has been my schedule for more years than I can count. First of all, as a teenager, Mom gently woke me up and sent me off to milk the family cow before getting ready for school. Next came babies’s and 5 o’clock feedings and Bill going to the barn to begin his day.
And so it goes, for no matter what reason tells me to stay in that bed a bit more, my mind switches to a different mode. Get up, make my bed, take my morning meds, start the coffee, and smile because there is no cow to milk.
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