The days in my part of the world are getting shorter…and undeniably colder. And I don’t know about you, but to my way of thinking, there’s just something inherently wrong with getting out of bed while it’s still dark. And when you can see your breath in the air (or you could, if it wasn’t so dark 😛 ).
Lately, my mornings have been getting pushed back further and further. What was 5:00 or 5:30 a.m. waking time has slowly evolved into 6:30 or 7:00, much to my cats’ great disgust. And where I used to be out walking Giant Dog by 6:00 a.m. just a couple of months ago, our perambulations have been moved to the afternoons (he’s not impressed, either).
I’m fortunate in that (a) I’ve finished raising my family and no longer need to herd kids out the door to catch a school bus, and (b) I work from home. This means I have the luxury of lying in bed just that little bit longer, awake but cozy…working up the nerve to put that first toe onto the cold floorboards. Then it’s a mad dash to don slippers and sweater, turn up the heat (we keep the house at a crisp 16C/60F at night), feed the animals, and make that first, heavenly, hot cup of coffee.
After that, the cold doesn’t seem quite so bad.
Or at least my resentment of it eases. A little. 😉