I wouldn’t say I’m a morning person, but I still wake up around 6am-7am on weekends, I hate that I can’t sleep in. I usually spend my mornings on weekends drinking coffee and procrastinating on things I need to do for the day. On weekdays I spend my mornings drinking coffee and wishing I could sit around procrastinating instead of going to stupid work.
Why not just quit the job that you hate, move in with me, and become my personal sandwich-maker? I’m always looking for ways to help you out of life’s little problems. Oh, and don’t worry about my wife: she’ll calm down once you convince her that having you around gives her more time to devote to the housework. I’m also hoping to have Jane S move in with me by the end of 2020. She’ll be assigned to tilde management, so your paths will hardly ever cross. Just don’t tiptoe into my bed chamber when it’s her night and things should go smoothly.)
You realize I’m dirt poor, don’t you? I can’t guarantee you that upper crust lifestyle to which you've become accustomed. It’s two buckets a day; one holds your food, and you do whatever you like to, want to, or need to with the second one. I’m no dictator, you know.
Listen, you’re the one who took off her clothes and did all those “things”. I neither coerced you nor forced you. You told me you’re a patient person, that turned out to be a lie. I’m just as much of a victim here as you claim to be.
(((My Morning Glory, your name is number one on the list, way above Jaimie and/or Jane S, it’s just that with their delicate mental conditions, I have to sort of humor them and string them along. I’m sure you understand, you’re much better suited mentally to handle these things. By the way, once you move in with me, don’t expect anything too fancy nor too luxurious: hiding you women from my wife in my basement dungeon suites gets really expensive. It’s just the basics. Shhhhhhhh.))))
I joined the US Marine Corps when I was 18 years old, I served three tours of duty, and part of the life in the Corps is becoming accustomed to rising early. That behavior has been so deeply ingrained in me that decades later, I have never shaken it, nor have I ever wanted to. Lying in bed for hours on end is not even close to anything I ever seek nor envy. Weekdays and weekends, workdays and holidays, in health and in sickness, it is extremely rare for me to wallow in the sack.
I do not have any one particular routine that has lasted throughout the decades of my lifetime, my days vary too much for that. Lately, I incorporate my exercise regimen into my weekly schedule, and I always prefer doing it before starting work. On exercise days, I don’t eat breakfast until after I’ve worked out. I am not nor have I ever been a coffee drinker, but I do enjoy breakfast.
[DISCLAIMER: the photo is not of my actual platoon.]
I am NOT. I stagger out of bed around 8am, make a bee line for the kitchen and make a cup of bitumen, aka coffee. Do not talk to me until after my second cup. Even then, if somebody says "good morning" they'll be answered with "Bleah. What's good about it?". Shower, shave and dress. I'm on the bus at 11, start work at either 12.30 or 1pm, depending on the day (Mondays start half an hour early - I work a 76 hour fortnight).
Weekdays up at 5. Make sure my son is up. Relax on couch. Turn on the news. And normally check the Mug. Get breakfast and start my day. No real work until March.
Weekends up around 7.
I have always been a morning person for as long as I can remember.
This post was edited by my2cents at January 25, 2020 12:10 PM MST
How about this plan: you go make your own sandwiches and you can pretend I made them for you. *Holds up knife to your chin* Capiche?
This post was edited by Lady Ondine at January 25, 2020 1:52 PM MST
Gee, that’s strange, but I suddenly no longer have a craving for sandwiches. Nope, nothing there at all, not a smidge. Okay, thanks for stopping by, I see you have your coat, here are your car keys, drive carefully and give me a call to let me know you get home safely, BYE! ~
Lady Ondine, I don't know if you've ever tasted Vegemite, but I certainly have. If you've tasted it and like it, fine. I'll never touch it again in my life. ~