I have always been a morning person, and from what I gather, we are a rarity.

My son is not a morning person. I don’t know anything about my dad. None of the women I have loved and/or dated in my life have been morning people, and right now as I type this there is a grouchy woman in the next room. I have known her long enough to know I need to leave her alone until around 10 AM local time. She, like so many, needs time to ease into her day, whereas I spring out of bed rarin’ to go.

I love the way I feel after a good night’s sleep. It’s energizing. Never do I have caffeine in the morning, but usually juice of some kind. I take my tea in the afternoons, when doldrums set in. By 2 PM, the charm of the day has worn off for me.

Beginning about a decade ago, I became a nap taker. There’s a trick to it, though, I’ve found. You can’t go down too long or you wake up groggy. Much longer than a half hour and you are sleeping during the day rather than napping, and you will arise groggy and out of it with your normal circadian rhythm compromised. I read somewhere that we nap takers are healthier than non nap takers and since I am a nap taker, I’ve chosen to believe it as gospel truth. A 20 minute nap does indeed make me feel healthier and gets me through the evenings on the way to my blessed, bright, and crackling morning.

Of course, alcohol throws a wrench into this scheme every time. Get a half a bottle of bourbon in me and I can sleep til noon with the best of them. Haha.

Today, though, is one of those bright and blessed and crackling good mornings, with my mind flitting happily about and my body bebopping around the house. Certainly, my favorite time of the day, certainly my favorite way to feel.

So good morning everybody!