I dropped Schmoopie off at the grandparents' house at the crack of dawn today. Actually, it was the crack before dawn. The GITB had already left for his own weekly before-dawn rendevous with his golfing commando buddies. Once the kid was dropped off for her weekend sojourn to the World of Rat in Orlando with the two people who made me crazy at her age, but for some reason have become incredibly cool since they became grandparents, the dog and I sat on the beach to witness the actual dawn. She snuggled next to me in the sand and sniffed the air as I sipped coffee and enjoyed the quiet and the view. And it was good.
2 comments:
Lovely! I see a nap in your future.
Crack o' noon is my usual waking hour. Today, however, I have to do the master gardener gig at the Farmer's Market. Make my own coffee. And drive myself there. Dayum! Early mornings are a wonderment. I just can't convince myself that they're wonderful enough to lose sleep over.
shut up. the only thing I do that can be considered exercise is sex. and there is no counting involved--even better!
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