This morning I woke up around 7:30. My first thought was 'holy shit it's early'. Then, while I was laying in bed contemplating whether or not I wanted to try to go back to sleep, I realized I had slept for about seven hours. More than my fair share. Six to six and a half hours is normally what I have been getting so anything more than that is awesome. When I sleep for eight hours it is mainly because I had only gotten four or five over the previous three days. So, up and at 'em before 8:00 this morning.
Up to do what exactly? We still are apartment dwellers so I don't have lawn chores to deal with. It's the morning of a closing shift at work so I don't really want to do anything. I did the only thing I could do while trying not to make too much noise. A whole lotta nothing. And let me tell you, it is everything slackers have made it out to be. It's almost like I'm on vacation, but I still know that I have work to do later today. Being productive during the morning when I have to go to work in the afternoon just never sits right with me. I don't know why.
So here I sit on the couch with the television off staring at the computer screen. As long as I'm doing something it does not feel like a wasted morning. I made a pot of coffee. I finished watching a movie. I've listened to some podcasts and some music. I've read through some articles online. I adjusted my fantasy baseball lineups (yes, I do that). And I'm writing this post. This is the extent of my productivity for the morning. Plus, it's a weekend. Everyone is suppose to be a little bit lazy on the weekends. Am I right?
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