I’m not a morning person. Never have been. My days don’t start with me rolling out of bed with a smile on my face. I want to take my sweet time getting up. However, I have a job and it doesn’t let me work from home. I know there are hundreds, thousands, of others who have to start their day a lot earlier than I do, but still… it’s rough, and at this hour, I’m not too sympathetic to other people caught in this routine.

The alarm goes off for the third time and I drag myself into the kitchen with my eyes still closed. Thank goodness for a coffeemaker that lets me program it before I go to bed at night so it’s hot and ready when I get to it. What a luxury. I sit at the table and inhale the aroma as I try to get my eyes to open and my brain to start up, but it’s hard. It’s really hard. I’m truly in a dream-like state. I want to wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed, but it never happens that way. I always hope the coffee will help. Maybe I’m just immune to caffeine. I’ve never experienced a caffeine rush and I actually envy people who claim to get one.