The alarm clock goes off and I turn over to see exactly what time it is. I can never remember what time I set it for, because I’m always changing the hour I arise from my sweet release.
It’s three A.M. I hit the snooze button and sink back into the warm spot. Closing my eyes again; I stretch and find that place in my subconscious that releases me back into the arms of peacefulness. I rest, breathing deeply, while hoping a dream will take me to that make believe world of endless vacations, sunny beaches, clear blue water, and love making with the Count of Monte Cristo.
The snooze button goes off for the third time and I finally sit up and thank the Lord for my day. A positive frame of mind is how I start each day, hoping that theme will carry me through until my head caresses my pillow once again.
My first stop each morning is to the kitchen and I am followed by my two cats, Taps and Grey. Taps, the tom cat looks on as if he is royalty and I am his attendant. Sometimes I wonder who actually runs the house, me, or his highness. Grey purrs as she brushes against my bare legs. She adopted me instead of the other way around.
The coffee pot emits its tantalizing aroma into the bedroom, where I take great pains to make sheets, coverlet, and pillows sing a song that says lay on me. But, one of the rules of the house is – no one lies on my bed unless invited. Even the cats obey and know that if Mommy is not in bed, then they shouldn’t be there either. Making up my king size bed is a labor of love, and my petite frame loves to stretch out in any direction it pleases, unless of course there is a cat in my way.
C-SPAN is on, but I quickly change to the weather channel for today’s forecast. Its late January and thirty to forty degree temperatures move me towards the closet for something warm and chic.
I plan to hit the road at five. My commute is forty-five minutes. My dislike of traffic leads me out into the wee hours, when most of Dallas and Fort Worth is still asleep.
For the last five years I have reflected, analyzed, faced, and rearranged my life while desperately trying to maintain a lifestyle threatened by economics and presidential administrations.
The land of prosperity has become the land of haves and have not’s. The Jones’ are trying to keep up by using credit, as opportunities shift across the globe.
Read part two tomorrow
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