The morning lightens through the blinds.
The birds chirped like crazy from the other side of the house.
Return to sleep?
There’s no pressing reason to move about.
Then, a thought like a nightmare steals in and fries your mind.
Awake! Get a move on!
Coffee. Cereal.
Routine takes over.
Beating heart slows down.
Glance outside.
Winds whipping the trees.
It’s 43.
Eleven degrees above freezing.
The cold fireplace looks inviting.
The foot feels fine.
Stitches out next Monday.
Then, you can return to normal.
Until then.
Keep your pace.
Slowly approach every task.
Ok. Face the day.
Work to be done.
Yawn. Again.
Maybe it’s time for a Power Nap.
Let’s get started at 7 am… not 5 am.
Shhh. Birds quiet. Distractions quieter. Shhh…
Sleep….
Back up at 8 am.
Foot is fine.
Wind has died down.
Dogs are hungry.
Things to do.
Up. Busy. Let’s go!