I learned something about myself in the wee hours of this day. Let me begin by saying when I was younger, I was always a night-owl to the highest degree. But as I matured (or should I say was “forced“) to actually SEE those hours which were prior spent snoozing, I began to appreciate them. Now, I can say that I not only appreciate them, but I deeply love them. Let me go ahead and clarify that “those hours” mean the hours between 6 - 9 a.m. Not the 3 a.m. wickedness that I was subjected to this morning. Yeah, that will NEVER be appreciated.
So anyway, what I learned about myself is that while I am now a happy morning person , I have some strong conditions. And the most important one being that I don’t have to spend said morning with obnoxious business men who hate babies that are being completely and wonderfully pleasant. Men who are making more noise with their heinous chatter about everything boring at a volume that should be outlawed. Because THAT, I find, throws me back into the old nasty NOT morning person who wants to grunt and stare because there isn’t enough coffee in the world to make these people tolerable.
I am about to land in Dallas, though, so all shall be right with the world. All the grouchiness will be gone because, next stop…..SAN ANTONIO!!
Will update soon,