Getting out of bed at 7:15 is horrible, for the most part. The sun has a bleary and squashed look about it. Outside, there’s a fug to the neighborhood that doesn’t seem to go away until nine o’clock or so. In North Carolina, even morning in September (which is still considered summer by my standards… if I’m sweating at 7:30am, it’s still summer) is hot and humid.
But then there’s the whole part about having a ton of time to yourself. Which makes waking up early worthwhile. Today, which is my “drive-to-Greensboro-for-school-alone” day, I did the following, all before leaving the house at 12:45:
- ate a bowl of cereal
- made an iced Americano
- sent my Congressional Representatives a letter regarding cuts to student loans, medical care for the elderly and misfortunate, and (once again) the Center for Public Broadcasting
- watched more “Desperate Housewives”… shut up…
- downloaded more “Desperate Housewives”
- read the latest additions/editions to Natania’s story
- cleaned the kitchen
- walked a couple of miles with the dog
- scanned six Shakespeare sonnets
- made lunch
Lately, time has been occupied by a number of things. Getting my Tau army painted is taking up a big chunk of free time, but I don’t mind. Painting miniatures is one of those things that just lets me get my hands to working, and then get my mind to wandering. It’s great. I’m not the world’s best painter, but I’m learning.
Also, I’m reading Neil Gaiman’s latest, which has been great fun so far. I’ve moved along, too, from one writerly-inspirer, Bag of Bones, to Stephen King’s little memoir on writing… On Writing. Duh.
And when I’m not reading or painting, I’m scribbling my own ideas in my Moleskine, reading sonnets, and trying to be patient with Calli.
Life is good when you wake up early, I suppose. In a few weeks, God willing, the humidity will be gone, fall will be here for sure, and when I take the dog out back to do her business, I want to see steam, damn it.
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