Mornings

I am not what you would call a morning person. I once had a girlfriend who said she liked mornings best-- we're not together anymore (and I still can't find a dash on my keyboard). The thing is, although it is pregnant with possibility-- I'm not around to see it. New day, new chances-- sure, but how about new afternoon, new chances? Anyways, when I awake like a zombie and head for the bathroom, the last thing I want to hear is... well, anything. I don't want to hear any music. I don't want to hear any questions. I don't want to see anything you have to show me. I figure that if it's good at nine in the morning, it will be good at noon.

This is not to say that I haven't learned to live with other people-- I just (like everyone else I have ever met) like things a certain way. If there is any noise in the morning, I want to be the cause of it (right now, one of you is thinking that I am going to be horrified if I ever have kids-- I guess I'll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it). I know pastors that love mornings-- I don't know what that is like. I do know, that I love late-night conversations, however-- and those certainly do not go well with early mornings.

So if you are one of those people who just love mornings-- fear not, I will not take them from you. You can have them. They are all yours. I will see you sometime after noon.