Good lord! What’s become of the cool chick that used to stay up all hours of the night, crash and wake up sometime just before noon? Where is she?
Lately, I’ve been getting up before eight. EIGHT. A.M. That’s ante meridiem. Before noon.
The past few mornings when I wake up early, I usually just get up, go to the living room (as not to disturb hubby and JuanitaTech v2.0) and watch TV. That’s not too bad. But this morning…something horrible happened. I got up and had (gasp) energy. I did stuff. I transplanted a chocolate mint (like regular mint but with a chocolate smell) plant that was on my deck to a larger pot. I inspected the other herbs I purchased and planted yesterday (sweet basil, Thai basil and sage) and made plans to buy Miracle Grow for them. I made herbal tea from fresh orange mint leaves. I put the dishes that were in the dishwasher away. I washed a load of laundry and put it in the dryer. I did all this before eight.
A typical weekday morning for me is as follows. First, I delay getting up as long as possible. I try to get to work by nine. I can walk to work in less than 15 minutes so I usually get up at eight. I shower, do my hair (which takes all of three minutes, maybe five) and get dressed with the Today show on in the background. There’s usually very little room in my schedule to do anything outside of the aforementioned list.
While I was up this morning, I thought of what’d I do tomorrow morning. I actually thought of getting dressed early, going downstairs to pick up a paper, sitting on my deck drinking tea (maybe coffee) and reading the paper. This is SO not me, folks.
Sigh…I’m getting old.