The clock reads 6a.m. and the sun has not yet crept under the blinds making it's debut. Too soon. I roll over wondering, first thing as always, "did I sleep at all last night?" I usually have a pretty vivid dream to remember, wishing I had put a notebook on the nightstand so I could take notes of who, what, and where. Nevermind.....if I lie there long enough I can remember at least some details.
It's not cold in the room, but still I scrunch in a ball feeling the soft quilt against my cheek, realizing whether or not I slept enough, it's still time to move around or I'll be stuck in a position that later will be painful to get out of. It's ok. I know that once I get moving towards the kitchen to plug in the percolator, I'll soon smell the coffee brewing. A quick pass to the bathroom to relieve myself, a splash of cold water on my face, and noticing whether or not it hurts to walk across the floor, I return to the kitchen and decide what to put my coffee in. Tea cup, Rembrant mug, or Bybee pottery........depends on what is appealing to the eye that day. It's probably stupid, but the coffee tastes different depending on what you put it in. Today I chose the tea cup. Coffee stays hotter longer, probably because it doesn't hold much.
The bread is sliced, though reluctantly. I promise myself I'm going to slice it before I go to bed at night.......but I get lazy. The bed is calling me by 9p.m.........so much so all I can think about is my head hitting the pillow. I search for the spread and jelly, never having kept it in the same place. I believe there are elves in the frig either trying to drive me crazy, or snacking when I'm asleep, for I can never just reach in and find it. I put the bread in the toaster hoping I don't burn my hand, while wondering if it wouldn't be a good idea to wait until I have coffee to make the toast . Nah. First cup of coffee has to have toast with it...period.
My tray is brass, but so old that it's stained. I've tried several times to clean it, but gave up and just keep it covered now with a dishtowel or cloth napkin. I've used it for about 10 years now.......one of those things that makes me feel english I suppose.
The coffee is through perking.....blupe...blupe blupe....blupe....blupe blupe.......the light on the pot turns green which means GO. GO and get your first cup you addict. I could learn to do without, but it wouldn't be a pretty sight....because it's the one thing that actually gets me out of bed in the morning. If the coffee can were empty, I would either stay in bed until I felt like too big of a slug to stay there, or I'd go into the kitchen and find something that had caffiene in it. Fortunately I keep some backup Earl Grey thats fullblown. That will get the job done, but still not the same as the coffee. Or drastic measures might consist of a trip to the nearest MacDonalds. Bottom line, caffiene is needed at 6a.m. without fail.
Too early for the news, too early for music, so I open the blinds, wait for the sun to come up and push the on button on my laptop that I keep on the big chair in my living room. I call it the big chair because it is very big. Can hold two people easy, but very comfortable for just me, my computer and my coffee tray. I ease into it wearing my pajama's with big cherries and frills on the end of the pants leg and sleeves. I think I look quite cute in them actually, and just the thing to wear while doing the one thing I love best, coaching.
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