My eyes pop open, I sweep my arm outward and check for a cat. Some of us check for a spouse, glasses, dog, dentures or whatever we suspect might be in the bed with us. That first task hurdled, we attempt to rise. I bound (in a drag the feet over the edge sort of way) when I rise.
I evoke Descartes with these words, “I think I’m up, therefore, I am”.
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My Sunday mornings are unlike the other work days where I am up at 4:30 am. I may sleep in until 5 or a lofty 6 am, but the Sun insists I enjoy the sparkling rays even with scarlet Sclera. I quietly slip out of the back door, onto the patio (no need to wake the wife or cat) and offer a Rainbow to the elements through a yellow stream of my body fluids. A satisfying an easy sacrifice.
I return indoors and turn on the computer. As it warms, I grab some morsel of nourishment. I enter a password, click, scroll, click, select and connect to Morning Open Thread.
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