waking, more awake
awaker, mostly awake
ready for the day
Beeping, buzzing from the clock wakes me up.
I sit on the edge of the bed, feet on the cold floor, ands on either side of me on the bed and I say to myself I’m awake.
I stumble out to the kitchen as quiet as I can be and get the coffee going.
The night before I get ready for making coffee by fitting a coffee filter into the basket of the percolator.
I don’t fill it with water or coffee since moving back to a old fashioned metal percolator.
I fill the pot with water and then spoon coffee into the basket, reassemble everything, get the lid on and plug it in.
If I am going into the office which I do three days a week, I then make my lunch and once that it is packed away, more awake I am into the shower.
I hope I never lose the appreciation for the truly luxurious expectation that a shower of of fresh, clean, steaming hot water is available to me.
An expectation that is so confirmed that if this shower of fresh, clean, streaming hot water is NOT available, it is considered a maintenance emergency.
Out of the shower and in my robe, coffee mug in hand, again steaming hot, I sit with my tablet and read my newspapers I feel awaker.
Growing more and more alert as I page through the news.
I page faster than I used to as I pretty much ignore any story about the incoming Presidential Administration as there are all the different story.
Every since this feller has come on the scene, so much of the news has been of a nature that says …. ooooooooooh now he has crossed the line and he is going to get it when Mom comes home.
But Mom never comes home and no matter what the former game show host does, he never gets it.
People have been pointing out for years, he as no clothes on and no one cares so I am starting to not care as well.
Maybe if I ignore him, he will just go away.
I am reminded of the old movie, The Adventures of Baron Munchhausen where the ‘elected official of the people’ tells everyone not to go outside the city walls because ‘The turk is out there” so no one leaves.
The Baron finally goes outside the walls and looks … and no one is there.
Is Trump the problem?
It worrying about Trump, regardless, the problem?
Anyway it sure made reading the papers faster.
Done with the papers, I am mostly awake.
It is time for wordle and connections.
Sure sure sure but it gets my brain going and I fill like the guy on the bicycle inside my head is getting into a rhythm and up to speed.
Got another long streak of wordle going.
Engaging my brain a little bit more and finally … finally … I am ready for the day.
PS Today on the way into work, I stopped by the beach and walked down to the ocean to see the sunrise. If I had checked to see that sunrise was still 10 minutes away I might have gone on straight to work but here is what it looked liked today, the 9 day of January just before sunrise on Hilton Head Island.
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