You know, I enjoy being productive in the morning. Well, productivity any time of day is welcomed here, but I find that it’s especially wonderful in the early hours of the day.
Outside the window, softened every so slightly by these cheap, flimsy windows, birds chirp to welcome the sun. I listen, as it becomes the lovely backdrop to my morning production. It’s an opera. And I sing until my throat aches, or the neighbor tells me to drop dead.
Anyhow, it’s morning. And I’m gleeful. To be productive is to be human.
Oh the joys of being alive.
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