It’s o-dark-thirty, I have my morning tea, and the cats are pleading for my attention.
Today’s 0600 yoga class is one of my favorites, and so despite very little sleep last night (due to terrifying thoughts of The Election, which is akin to thinking cantsleepclownswilleatme in terms of lulling yourself to dreamland), I find myself up at 0500. I think I may have actually created… a habit?
It seems completely wrong to be doing anything else right now other than getting ready for class, though when my brain discovers (halfway through some forearm work) that we are no longer in bed, I’m sure things will feel much less pleasant.
Here’s my current background noise. Call me Stuart Smalley.