Part of my new morning routine involves being awoken about 45 minutes earlier than I used to by a wonderful little ball of fluff who is trying very hard to be a good girl.
Tag Archives: Morning
Day 310: Morning, Dark Roast
Thoroughly enjoying this morning’s coffee. It’s the little things in life, isn’t it?
Morning, Dark Roast
Day 290: Morning Muse
I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…
Morning Muse
Day 283: Frost on the Sand
We’ve got a cold front here on the island and it’s great!
Frost on the Sand
Day 188: Up
Woke up much more rested and energized than I was expecting. It was such a pleasant surprise I needed to write about it.
Up
Day 171: Whisper
Life is a series of struggles and upsets. That’s what makes it living. We are characters in a story and stories where the characters never struggle are nothing more than daydreams of wish fulfillment and quite frankly, boring. It’s easy to forget to take our problems in stride, to let them overwhelm us. Every now and then though, something reminds us that life is good, problems and all.
Whisper
Day 136: Watered Down Coffee
Two bad batches of coffee this morning. My bride and I are, naturally, devastated.
Watered Down Coffee
Day 71: Misty Morning Road
Confession. These last few weeks have been a little tough. I keep getting sick and I’ve been bouncing back and forth between Computer Purgatory and Computer Hell. It’s had me down and I steadily slipped away from the good habits and routines I set forth to establish for this new year and new life. Today I got up early and set myself back onto that path of self betterment.
The sea fog is back in town full force today after our first glimpse of sunshine in weeks. It, the drive to work, and my return to the positive systems that have brought me this far inspired today’s poem.
Misty Morning Road
The Everyday Poet 