So, I still have weird morning insomnia. As in, I have an internal alarm clock that thinks I should be awake at 5:30am. Oddly enough, this alarm clock might be right.
I cherish the morning.
The house is quiet. I make my breakfast – today: Eggo waffles with sugar-free syrup and a banana on top – then I read the paper. Well, I skim each section and then try to figure out the New York Times Crossword.
It is my time. No one to talk to. Nothing to think about. Just me. & Breakfast.
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