I was up late last night due to all the fireworks in my neighborhood and my petrified dogs. Every July 4th it’s the same. The explosions cause these dogs real terror, especially the sheltie.
Usually my day begins between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. On those rare days I sleep until 6:00 or 6:30, I feel all disoriented, like I do right now. I’m skipping my brisk morning walk with the border collie (she pulls me along at a good clip; that’s how I make sure I never take a morning “stroll”).
The coffee is perking as I make this entry. When it’s ready (half caffeine, half decaffinated), I’ll doctor it with low fat French vanilla creamer, then settle in for my quiet time with my Bible, my journal, the study book I’m using at present, and a worship CD.
Jerry will be up soon, so I’ll have to wait to shower until he’s left for work. After that, my work day officially begins.
Am I a creature of habit or what?
My goal for today: Write ten pages plus begin to organize for my upcoming trip to the CBA convention. (Organizing means trying on clothes to see if they still fit!) I hate that part.
6:49 a.m. – 2002-07-05