It's early o'clock and I'm awake again. Too many apocalyptic books and movies will do that I guess-especially if they're good ones.
No I don't have any titles... It's early o'clock.
The birds are singing in the still predawn air, the best sound to wake up to. Aside from them it's quiet, no one stirring about but me.
I like this time best when I feel rested like I do now though I'll be honest it would be better if the trash had been taken out last night.
I'll light a candle for that poor dead chicken later...
Hear that? Coffee's ready.
Why yes, a little cream today would be lovely.