I got up when I thought my watch, by my bedside table, me sans glasses, said 5am. Yes, getting up early seems to be my thing now. Sam snoring on one side, Buddy snoring on the other side. I tip toe out in the dark.
So, it was with great surprise, some two hours later, that I looked at the clock and it said it was 3.50am? (pot helps)
Shake of the head.
Still, it is nice to see the sun rise. That gorgeous yellow ball. The golden sun light flooding through the lead light into the front hall, a flurry in my eyes, as I open the front door to water the plants on the veranda.
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