I found this wonderful quote this morning at Too Much Wool . I am not a morning person. Or at least I wasn't until I met my wonderful wife (who works in construction and therefore gets up at ungodly morning hours) and she got me hooked on coffee. I'm still not a coffee fan, like some people are. I do my best to mask the taste with sugar and cream, and I only drink my one cup in the morning. Once in a while, a latte in the afternoon, but that's really more about the warm milk, not the coffee. I digress, because it is 6:30 AM, and although I've been out of bed for an hour, I'm unlikely to be fully awake for another hour.
I have to be awake and functional extra early this morning to get to a extremely early appointment with my chiropractor. I really appreciate that she'll come in so early to meet me and allow me to get on my way to work, but really, who wants to go see the doctor at 7:45 AM? My back has been hurting for weeks, so I requested this morning torture out of desperation. But guess what? When I woke up this morning, that spot in my back that feels like my rib and vertebrae are grinding on each other has vanished. I just have to threaten my body with a visit to Dr. Z, and it whips itself right into shape. I'm convinced it will be hurting again by lunch time.
There's the coffee addiction - and then there is the realization that the morning is a special time and that nothing can substitute for it.
It doesn't really matter which one hits you first.
Posted by: Cassie | Friday, September 23, 2005 at 08:32 PM