Sunday, June 5, 2011

Sunday Morning

Now I don't want to complain, but it was 6 this morning and all I hear are the caretakers of the park next door who will remain anonymous, yelling to each other about dead plants, kids ruining, not enough water, or whatever.
Now I am usually a very early riser ready to tackle the day, well not today, went to bed late, had some Saturday night cheer, my eyes won't open and I don't want to be mad when I get up.
I get out of bed, I look like a zombie and want to try to give a peek behind the blinds so no one can see me and  the talking just stops, now I am awake, time to make the coffee.

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