There are many things that I have learned about myself in my almost-forty-seven years of living, and one of the most important is that I need quiet time alone to start my day.
I am not one of those people who rolls out of bed and hits the ground running. I stretch before I become vertical, sit up and fix my ponytail before leaving the bed, and an immediate need for coffee kicks in. With very few exceptions, my day begins like this whether weekday or weekend.
If by exhaustion or sickness or perceived luxury I decide to sleep in on a Saturday and my cohabitants arise before I do, it just feels weird. I do very little talking until the needed amount of coffee and quiet (at least in my own head) has been absorbed.
On Sundays, I have to get up early enough to squeeze in my quiet time before "Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood", which I watch with my teen-aged babyboy. Well, we kind of watch it together; he usually falls asleep again on the couch, and I have to wake him up for the "moment of nature" at the end. That's really what he likes about the show.
Which is about to come on, so I need to leave this post and get on with my day. Happy Sunday!