My dog turned me into a morning person. I used to need the jaws of life to get out of bed for work, hitting the snooze alarm 8 or 9 times; on weekends I would sometimes sleep until noon. Once at the beach I slept until 1:30, though i'm pretty sure Ambien was involved. And then I got a morning dog and suddenly i was up at 6:00 every morning without an alarm, but with a gentle paw tapping. Dink dink dink, you need to get up now. You can't ignore a small animal who needs to go to the bathroom, it's just not morally possible. And he doesn't keep weekend hours. So up and out for walkies we went, like postmen, even in the dark, the cold, and the rain.
And I've come to love it. It's a whole different day when you start early. We both adapted our schedules a bit and now we're out before 7:00 most mornings--I'm often amused that 8:00 A.M. now feels late to me. It's so peaceful in the early morning, the streets are quiet and leisurely and the sky is often lovely. We walk and get coffee and I feel alert and productive. Now that I'm not working there's a delicious sense of starting out yet not having to be anywhere in particular, and I can write, go to the gym, check in with friends online [one friend gets up really early, what i consider to still be nighttime, and I usually have a greeting from her waiting for me when i log in], listen to the morning news radio, all languid and unhurried. It's a soothing warm-up that I enjoy thoroughly every day.
Biscuit just has his breakfast and goes back to sleep. *Eye roll*
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