I made two, actually. One at a time though. When I did that familiar task of taking our veggie scraps out to the compost bin at 4:30, I noticed the clouds and thought there might be a nice sunrise possibility. I don’t leave for work until about 6:45, so there was time to go out and still get back for breakfast and be on time. I usually feel too stressed with a deadline, but felt OK with it for a change.
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Getting out early is unfortunately easier these days as I wake around 1:30, toss for a while, give up and get up. Not sure why, but I seem to be functioning alright. I am sure it is taking a toll in other ways. Counting sheep or even painted trilliums doesn’t help. I try to quiet my mind but to no avail. Maybe I need a beagle by my side. We’re working on it.