Morning

I love having time to myself in the morning. There is just something amazingly peaceful about having the apartment be still and quiet and not have ESPN blaring from the television. I get up earlier than I need to, just so I can have that small amount of time. To eat breakfast. To check my email. To not have to pay attention to the other person I live with.

And it's not that I don't very much enjoy paying attention to him, of course (good thing since we're getting married), but rather that I'll be listening to people talk and focusing on a million other things for the rest of the day. The morning moments are my own.

This morning I am up extra early waiting for Peapod. Groceries delivered right to me, what a brilliant idea. Yes, I do feel kind of lazy, but basically I just love it. I do the shopping online, and someone else gets to haul the bags up to my third floor apartment. How could this possibly be a bad thing?

They have not arrived, but my quiet time has been interrupted. I need to get ready, and so he needs to wait for them to arrive (I refuse to answer the door without being fully clothed). And the day has begun.