Mornings

I am so not a morning person, which isn't news to anyone who has ever had the pleasure of dealing with me before 8:00 AM. And/or pre-coffee. Or pre-breakfast. Or if I'm rushed. Or woken up in a less-than ideal manner. Or hungover. Or sick. Or gassy. Or if my team lost the night before. Or if my sports highlights have been preempted by tennis in Australia, or curling in Europe. Or if I can't find my belt, pass, shoes, thermos or keys. Or if the cat hath shit on the floor. Or if any item in my morning ritual is missing (see milk, cereal, coffee). Or I had been probed by aliens the night before. Or if it is my turn to drive the carpool. Or if it is too hot, too cold, or too just right. Or if I catch a glimpse of any home renos still TBD. Or if I have to talk. Or if I have to refill the iron before use. Or...

The rest of you probably think I'm joking. Sadly I am not.

Regrets. Apologies.