I'm not a morning person. I've never done them well. If I can get to sleep, I can let myself be free of things for a while. Notice the "If" in that sentence. But past the dawn, in the nerve wracking mornings, I have to face whatever's been left for me.
Recently, my roomie had a scare about a health issue in the house. I won't say more, don't want to cause any dismay. Turned out it was nothing. But I get the fear. All my life I've dreaded mornings. & what they could bring. Mornings could make you face the reality of really awful things. Most of the time those things were just aggravating & irritating. But, sometimes, it was so much worse.
Every morning I wake & wonder what's waiting for me. What's out there that's going to screw with my life. I'm still groggy, I usually need to hit the bathroom & I'm trying to have tunnel vision until I get the necessities handled so I won't see whatever bad thing might be lurking.
The cats are prone to give issues. They can break things, make demands or leave very unwanted presents. But, I get he health scare. I wake fairly often & wonder is everyone still here this morning. I don't have any plans for the day when the answer to that question is, "no". I understand my roomie's scare, I've had it often.
I hate mornings. Some people see them is bright, happy beginnings of new days. I just see them as someone pulling back the curtain on every crappy thing that happened during the night.
Cya...
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