"Wake up Michael, you're going to be late if you don't get your lazy butt out of bed, its already 5:15."
Thankfully my beautiful wife was blessed with the capacity to function before 9AM. If not for her comforting reliability at waking me I would spend my mornings running an hour late in a wrinkled shirt and mismatched socks.
As my feet hit the floor that old familiar thought runs in my mind. "Its a good day," I say to myself, a habit I've kept… Continue
Posted on March 24, 2010 at 4:06am — 2 Comments