I’m an obnoxiously cheerful morning person. I know this.
I am the only one in my household. Maybe if I wasn’t so outnumbered it’d be easier to be a morning person, because I’d have somebody I could actually have coherent conversations with before breakfast.
I was driving two semiconscious freshmen, my son and the young man who lives across the street, to school, and I was in a very good mood. I wanted to maybe put on some lively music, or possibly sing a little, but I tend to get some grumpy opposition from my passengers, so I choose not to fight that battle.
Enh, they’re heading off to school, and that’s tough enough. No point tormenting them, poor, sad, not-morning people.
My daughter has a shirt that reads: “A Poem for Mornings. Coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee. Everyone shut up. Coffee, coffee, coffee.”
And then, there’s me. “Let’s get up and face the day!”
It’s a lonely thing.
Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.