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Getting up at quarter after 6 in the morning, a half hour before the wife, the house is quiet. One out of the three dogs, the only one allowed to sleep outside of a cage at night, follows me into the living room, and plops onto her back, insisting on belly rubs before I'm allowed to do anything else.
A few minutes later and the sound of brewing coffee fills the air. It may not be my drink of choice, but my wife enjoys it so I make a small batch every morning. I start slowly turning on lights, allowing my eyes to adjust from near-pitch-black to well-lit. The house has gone from still, silent, and dark to bright, with the sounds of the brewer and smells of coffee wafting through the morning.
The heater usually kicks on now, startlingly loud in the still relatively restful morning, warming the water for the shower my wife will take in about a half hour, after she's woken up and had her coffee.
It's a perfect time, right before the day picks up, swoops in and carries tranquility away. Early morning rising's not too bad overall. If I could find a way to do it without the bleating of the alarm clock, it'd be heavenly.
A few minutes later and the sound of brewing coffee fills the air. It may not be my drink of choice, but my wife enjoys it so I make a small batch every morning. I start slowly turning on lights, allowing my eyes to adjust from near-pitch-black to well-lit. The house has gone from still, silent, and dark to bright, with the sounds of the brewer and smells of coffee wafting through the morning.
The heater usually kicks on now, startlingly loud in the still relatively restful morning, warming the water for the shower my wife will take in about a half hour, after she's woken up and had her coffee.
It's a perfect time, right before the day picks up, swoops in and carries tranquility away. Early morning rising's not too bad overall. If I could find a way to do it without the bleating of the alarm clock, it'd be heavenly.
