Morning Kaboon

I have to start my early morning workouts again.

Just to prove my sanity.

Or to improve my sleep.

Or something.  I figure I’m going to be awake, anyway.

ThatManILove has again started running on a regular* basis. The Piloxing class is at 5 a.m., Monday, Wednesday, Friday - and he'll probably be attending on a regular basis.

I’ve done that class once.  I think I died on the mat.  But, I digress...

The alarm goes off at about 4:35 a.m.  ThatManILove gets up, and I’m thinking he’s gone.  Then, he gets back into the bed.  He’s decided he won’t go today.  I sink back into sleep.  And then, I’m awakened again.  He has quietly (ahem) risen and is getting dressed.  He starts wandering the house.  In and out of the bedroom.  I’m really really really trying to stay asleep.

I finally ask him, “What are you looking for?”

He says, “I’m looking for my running hat.  I swear I took it off in here when I went to take my shower.”

I get up.

I might as well.

The hat?  Is nowhere to be found.

He finds another, and goes out the back door.

I? Am writing this post.  Then, maybe, I’m going back to sleep.  For an hour.

Know what’s ironic about today’s wakeup?  ThatManILove always tells me I mess up his morning kaboon/spirit (a term from one of our friends of Korean/Irish descent).   That he needs to rise gently into his day. He swears he can hear my mind whirring into action before I ever wake up.

I think I’m getting what he’s saying.

May you, my gentle readers, rise gently into this day.  Or, if you're ready to jam to a song from the past, click here listen to a wake up call from Wham!  (You knew I had to go there, right?)

*Regular also equals the times per week he wakes me up prior to my alarm. Morning kaboon, my sleeping pillow.

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What The Heck Time Is It?

Time change messes me up a bit.

I wake up, I think it’s 6 a.m. or so, and if I’m in the Northeast, it’s (duh) an hour earlier.

It should be a simple calculation for me, but it's not.  I might have to change the clock on my Mac just to acclimate.

Why is it such a big deal?  It shouldn't matter.

But...

I’m wide awake at night here, but when I'm at home, I start settling down around 8:30 p.m.

Last night, I finally went to sleep at midnight.  (That would be 11 p.m., to you.)

And then, my hosts came in from a hunting trip.  I’m upstairs, I heard their garage door open, and up I hopped to say hi to them.  Which kept me up, oh, another 30 minutes or so.

And then, when I got back in the bed, my mind was whirling again.

Ugh.  I gotta get better at this…what if I start to travel internationally?  

Going to be a fun day today, but dang…I might need a nap!

I Didn't Sleep At All Last Night

This morning, I awakened at 3:30 a.m.

Because I was supposed to catch a 5:30 a.m. flight.

That...did not happen.

Because, super scheduler that I am, my flight is tomorrow morning.

And, now, I’m awake.

So awake that I’m probably going to go to the gym in an hour.

I have my clothes ready for tomorrow’s trip.

I have the dogs ready for the dogsitter. (Not that they’ve done anything, they’re snoozing like sensible dogs.  Twerps.)

So, what to do until 5 a.m.?

Maybe I can take a catnap.

I’m gonna try.

Have a blessed day, and may your calendar markers be on the correct day.

Amen.

Well, heck.  That's not even the right calendar.  No wonder I'm messed up.