I woke up this morning, and am completely centered. 

I am half-way between alert and drowsy.  I can’t think of anything I want to do, or any tasks I want to avoid doing.

Here, I made you a graph1:

Being trained to interrogate my inner monolog, I visualize morning activities that I’ve enjoyed in the past.

The first thing that comes to mind is the continental breakfast at the Days Inn on Van Dyke Avenue, in Warren, Michigan.  They went beyond their commitment, and offered corned beef hash and a cook to prepare eggs.  A fried egg on a pile of corned beef hash is a great way to start the day. 

Today, I feel like coffee in my room. 

When I was a kid, a good day started by going next door to pick raspberries to put on my Rice Chex.  Turn on the TV with a bowl of cereal to watch cartoons.  That sounds good.

I could watch cartoons, but if I have to decide which one to watch, what’s the point?  I want to turn on the TV and click around until I find something that isn’t very good.  I don’t have cable or an antenna, so that’s out.

Blogs and social media are out.  Today is 9/11, and I am not up to doom-scrolling.

Imagining a perfect morning isn’t working, so I’ll try counting my blessings.

  1. The morning fellowship was short.  There wasn’t much old business to address, and Sparky didn’t have any new business.  After reading the minutes from the last meeting, we wrapped up early.
  2. Sparky is taking a nap next to me, and was gracious enough to use his tail to cover up his butt hole. 

That’s all I’ve got, but that’s pretty good.  My couch and hardwood floor look really good in the photo. 

1 Why would I post about not wanting to do anything, but then take the time to make a pointless graph?  Don’t know.