I’m just not a morning person.
When I have to wake up early, I feel scrunchy, and I just want to cuss. I don’t wake up all sing-songy and pleasant. Nope. Wish I did. Instead, I want to be quiet, move slowly…and bite people.
And here I am taking this child to the horse barn at 7:15 am…like a zombie.
Keith’s got my coffee ready at home, though. And I’m hopeful that today will be a good day.