It's now about two hours past getting up time. The Wife & Techno-Boy are showered and dressed, sitting down to breakfast. I'm just getting up, feeling like roadkill, and running really late in my usual morning schedule. Great. Just great . . .
The window view confirms that dawn is here but still hiding under its thick, grey covers. Right where I'd like to be. And it's damp and cold. And it's still "not-light". Great. Just . . .
I get outta the shower and stumble around getting dressed. The Wife has run Techno-Boy to school and then she's off to the Ladies Bible Study. "Where is my Elixir of Knowledge?!", I roar. (I can roar, nobody's home.) I find dregs being re-roasted at the bottom of the coffee maker, just about the consistency of tar. Great . . .
I get back in the game. Get back to my schedule. One foot in front of the other. Lean forward. Inertia. C'mooooooon, physics.
As I finish this up, the sun has broken through some holes in the sky and a newly brewing pot of coffee is gurgling happily in the kitchen.
That old saying still rings true, whether it's a bad day, week, year, or life:
"You can't make a brand new start, but you can always make a brand new ending."