It's Sunday morning again. The wonderful morning I have to get up early and drive my dear husband to work. I hate Sundays. I tend to have late nights due to not being able to sleep so when you fall asleep around 3 in the morning, 6am comes way to bloody soon. I found myself wishing that last night was the time change instead of next weekend, just so I could still that one extra hour. Although I am unsure on whether that would have made that much of a difference. But an hour is an hour. 60 whole extra minutes of rest.
Today is somewhat different though as I actually have to be somewhere else in an hour so I would have had to get up early regardless, but not as early. On the upside, I will be tired tonight. I hope. I pray.
This blogging thing is kind of catching on for me too. I am pretty surprised that I have remained committed to writing for as long as I have. In other ways too. I have actually been writing other stories again...something I have procrastinated on for some time now. Even submitted a couple of stories. So unlike me. So either the blog is helping or I have just found encouragment and motivation again. Either way, it feels pretty good. Even though I am so frickin' tired.