The rest of my first week waking up with the roosters and "morning" people.
Morning Two:
5:00- Warning "snooze" alarm goes off. To which the banker swears I yell "No! Longer!"
5:30- Alarm goes off. I bounce out of bed and straight into a jarring ice cold shower to wake up. Thunder rattles and and rain pours down.
5:50-Downstairs, and even have time to make a healthy and yummy breakfast smoothie.
6:00-Starting to feel drowsy. Ride down, I chatter nonsensically to stay awake.
6:16- Seek shelter at Starbucks, avoid chatter from over friendly guy in suit. Mentioning the banker stops the conversation very effectively.
Morning Three:
5:30- Stick leg out and keep it hovering over the bed. The banker disappears downstairs.
5:45- Wake back up to the sounds of NPR. Proceed to literally roll out of bed and get ready.
6:00- The banker comments that I am being particularly grumpy on the ride down. Even mentions that I don't have to wake up and carpool. I keep my mouth shut.
6:16- Get downtown and sleep for an hour locked in the banker's truck.
Morning Four:
Pretty similar to morning one, but I wake up late and have to forgo making breakfast at home. I sit at my favorite diner, Ernie's eating eggs and reading. I realize just how much more time I have to read and write, now that I am up early. I sit outside on a bench for my remaining wait, and realize just how wonderful it is to start a day of work as such.
Morning Five:
Waking up seems easier today, though it is raining again. Once downtown I jump over the river of rainwater that has grown on the sidewalk and hustle inside Starbucks to enjoy a morning smoothie, Emerson, and a cranberry orange scone. Talkative suit guy comes in but orders his coffee to go, thankfully.
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