Early Breakfast

It's early...not yet 5:30 am...and I'm awake, and alert. As usual, it's a weekend morning. I wish I could figure out why I seem to able to pop up so early on weekends and have such a tough time getting up by 7:00 am on weekdays.

The first pot is already made and I've already begun my morning scamper around the Internet. Outside, the morning light is just barely beginning to creep into the edges of the night. I like this time of the morning. It belongs to me and I donot have to share it with anyone. Just as soon as the morning light makes it safe for me to walk outside with little fear of tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, I will go outdoors and take a brief walk. It's 73 degrees, very warm for an early morning, but cool enough that it will be comfortable. I am amazed at the temperature...what idiot thought to settle in Dallas?

If I were really energetic, I would go out and buy some bacon so I could create a really good, if really bad-for-me, breakfast. I doubt I am that energetic. And my wife, who will probably remain in bed for hours, would object. Maybe I can go out and have breakfast on my own today. I will need a clean shirt and real shoes, not fli-flops, which will be hard to get, since they are in the bedroom. Maybe I will try, though. Breakfast on my own at a restaurant...sounds intriguing!