But getting an hour or so of (probably) needed sleep in these mornings seems an impossibility. Even with the blinds closed on the one window in our bedroom, the slightest beginning of daylight signals my body that sleep time is over.
Am I simply being in tune with the seasons? Sleeping when it's dark, being active when it's light? Sounds good in theory and when living with the cycles of nature. I just hope I can survive until winter arrives, and I can go into a sleepy, snuggly, plenty-of-dark-hours of rest, relaxation and restorative sleep mode.
As active as I may appear, I've always said there is a very lazy person inside me longing to get out. And when she does, I know she'll make a comfy nest of cozy quilts and act like a big, ol' hibernating bear.
In the meantime, I'm gonna go get started on my
Now, can I have a second latte, please?