I am not certain if that question is philosophical, scientific or stupid. Possibly all three. At any rate, my eyes are trained to slam open at 6 AM on the nose. Husband, who's name means "Death Wish" in his mother's native Nova Scotian, is up at least a half hour ahead of that and every other decent human being. The only reason we are still blissfully happy together is that I have learned to sleep with earplugs in and Husband has become adept in the Ninja art of Not Waking The Wife.
Usually, when I am finally able to wrench myself from the loving arms of my Morpheus Posturepedic, I am willing to do so because of a. coffee and b. the sweet, rosy fingers of dawn's early light.
Not in Alberta. In Alberta, 6 AM means it's still nearly two hours until sunrise. And so the question remains, is this extra night or extra morning?
Extra night means that I am being robbed of at least two hours of Jenga Shots, movies, Spoons and sleep. Extra morning means that I am homicidal.
Usually, when I am finally able to wrench myself from the loving arms of my Morpheus Posturepedic, I am willing to do so because of a. coffee and b. the sweet, rosy fingers of dawn's early light.
Not in Alberta. In Alberta, 6 AM means it's still nearly two hours until sunrise. And so the question remains, is this extra night or extra morning?
Extra night means that I am being robbed of at least two hours of Jenga Shots, movies, Spoons and sleep. Extra morning means that I am homicidal.
This blog entry is dedicated to the nearest Starbucks,180 km away. You bastards.
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