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25 Aug 12 Morning Mutterings

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Eyebee At The

I’m not much of a . Never have been. If I have to get up before dawn I do it, but I don’t enjoy it, particularly in the winter. Still, working very late shifts isn’t as easy as it once was. I’m not too much of a social bunny these days in terms of spending my off drinking and dancing, but, of course, when working until 2am, social events are out-of-bounds. Mostly, it doesn’t bother me, but sometimes it sucks. The other thing that sucks about working so late, is that I get to bed really late, and then I either wake up after a few hours and feel tired all day, or I wake up late, and feel I’ve already missed half the day.

Breakfast becomes lunch, lunch becomes dinner, and up as a during my evening break. Topsy turvy abound! As long as I get , I’m good to go though!

 

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03 Jan 09 Early Morning Charleston Waterfront

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Sailing I’m so not an early morning person. I do what I have to do, but mornings are not my favorite . However, I knew this would possibly be a good photo opportunity, so I said yes to the , and set my alarm for .

By the time I woke up, got washed dressed and made some breakfast and coffee it was 6.35.

Saturday mornings the from going downtown is very light, so we made it on time OK. Also there was plenty of nearby space in which to park.

Boats We stayed about an hour and a half and took a number of , a couple of which I have posted in here. To see the , you can see them in my flickr albums; the link is at the top of the page.

It was foggy out across the Cooper River this morning. The was not at all visible when we got there, but after a while it started to clear, and by the time we left you could see across the river to Mount Pleasant,  , and the Marina.

The fog made for a number of interesting shots, not least the boat one at the top of this post, which was sitting just out in the river from the end of the pier.

It really was an enjoyable photo session, and I worked up quite an appetite for breakfast afterwards!

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02 Apr 08 A Question

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It’s early here. Well, it’s early enough for me. It’s 7.45am. I’ve been up about an hour and a quarter. I’ll confess that it’s earlier than usual. I’m not a morning person. I’m sitting here now, feeling tired but not sleepy.

doesn’t work. I enjoy my morning , but it doesn’t wake me up in the morning, any more than it keeps me . I always feel tired in the mornings; wide awake at .

Still, I’m not one for laying in bed all day. I’m not some kind of early morning hero that needs to boast how early I rise, but I do think that laying in until noon is such a waste of a day – unless one is unwell of course.

Top Of The HillIt’s a nice morning out there today, I can see the sun shining through the of the still-closed blind.  That’s better, I’ve opened it. I can hear the outside. They’re really quite loud, particularly as I have the door open too. It’s already 67F outside.

While I’m typing this,  I’m eating a bowl of . Why?  Well, I’m trying to be good and eat breakfast (which is the one time of day I’m not hungry), and trying to make it a healthy breakfast at that. It’s not that I dislike oatmeal, but somehow, just somehow, corned beef hash, or bacon, would somehow be more appetising.

Now, I’m back with a refilled . I’m pretty good with my coffee intake really I think. There’s about another 3 mug fulls in the pot, and once that’s gone, I’ll drink water for the rest of the afternoon. I might have a , come this evening; then again I might not. It depends how the mood takes me.

At least I know where to find a cold beer. It’s always in the refrigerator. Unlike some other items I care to mention, such as car keys, or my , or cellphone or glasses.

Which, dear reader, brings me to the title of this article, a question.

Why can I not remember where I put my cellphone, but I never forget my grandparents telephone number of the house they moved from in 1978? Why do I “lose” the car keys, but I can drive from here to Atlanta through the back roads without thinking about it? And, why, do I remember how much a loaf of bread cost at the local bakers when I was a kid, but I’ll forget to buy some when I go to the supermarket?

Your answers are welcome, but don’t forget to remind me what the question was. I’ll probably have forgotten by the middle of this afternoon.

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