HA found this sign in a thrift shop and, for some reason, thought of me and brought it home as a gift. I can’t say I’m surprised.
I never really have liked getting up in the morning. On the other hand, breakfast is my favorite meal and I like the look of the world in the morning light and I enjoy having my morning coffee… but snuggled in bed late with HA.
Retirement is affording me a bit more relaxed mornings. The worst part of medical school, residency, and practice was having to get up early (four AM wasn’t unusual) and be ON — making life-and-death decisions — early each morning. But now, thanks to my thyroid surgery I have to at least wake up at 5am every morning to take my levothyroxine. I don’t have to stay up, however, and I always go back to bed if not always back to sleep. I find myself these days often getting up before HA (who’s no sloth) and getting started on the day. It’s a lot easier now that my day is working around the island place and not making rapid-fire, life-altering decisions while being pressured by insurance companies, retail pharmacies, or hospital administrators.
One of the many ways I was lucky as a parent was that — excepting a few relatively brief periods of time — my children neither woke too early nor were difficult to get up in the mornings. During one such period, however, I noticed that I was having a lot of trouble getting M up and ready for school in the mornings, but on weekends he was up early for gaming. Once, as he was struggling to get out of bed on a school day, I asked him why it was so much harder to get up when he seemed to have no trouble on weekends. In a bleary mumble, he replied “Some things just aren’t worth getting up for.”
But getting up early to spend a day with HA and Luna the Big Dog™ in paradise… now that can get me out of bed.
—2p