A Daily Thing

I get up every morning at 5:30.  Please, don’t ask.  Except this morning, when I had to get up half an hour earlier.  That’s right, 5AM.

I usually have to bribe myself out of bed – with thoughts of breakfast most of the time  – but this morning strangely I kind of bounced up and out of the doona when I heard the alarm.  Which led me to an indescribable wave of smugness because I got breakfast and myself ready quicker than usual: ‘Look at me!  I laugh in the face of lack of sleep, I am a nimble efficiency machine, I create motion blur I move so fast!’.

This lasted surprisingly until mid morning.  Then I got incredibly tired and had to drag myself through running a few errands, and missed my mouth when I tried to place a piece of gum into it (which I kind of squashed on my cheek instead).

And the funniest thing about it: as soon as I realised the indignity of miscalculating where I aimed to put the gum I thought ‘Oh no!  I am not a nimble machine after all!’.  Sad…  It was good while it lasted.