I'm not a morning person, even though I want to be. I crave time to myself to think and get things done, and that usually only happens late at night. So in order to be a better morning person I would have to risk giving up my own special "me time." That's a lot to risk. Yesterday morning I was awake at 4am because Mr. B said the rain was too loud for him to sleep. He was up until 10pm. You can see now why those couple of hours of silent solitude are much needed at times. Even still, here I am alone in the "morning" when I really should be waking him up, fixing him some breakfast, and getting our week started. Instead....I think I'll enjoy a few more minutes of quiet while watching the rays of sunshine flow in through the windows.