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Having been awake since 4:30, I am now engaging in a comical (only to me) parody of the routine of a morning person. I've risen, dressed, taken Puppy (visiting from Brooklyn) outside, loaded the dishwasher, made coffee and sat on the couch reading the paper (not really, just the Arts & Leisure section, ha ha) with a cup of half-caf. And I still have at least half an hour to kill, just to get the early bus.

I think morning people must be very contented, relaxed people.

My usual routine consists of me dragging myself out of bed after the 3rd snooze delay, rushing to dress and drag a hairbrush through my rat's nest and brush my teeth all at the same time, and fleeing the apartment 15 minutes after my body has left the mattress to just barely make the bus to the PATH. I trust I'll be back to this routine by tomorrow, and I trust that J will have to yank my head off my work keyboard at around 10 am and possibly revive me from drool-induced electrical shock.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:35 AM | shower me with attention