Good morning to me

It seems that as I turned my calendar from February to March, Spring magically appeared. My daffs are up, I was bitten my a mosquito (thank goodness for my anti-malaria meds), the frogs are singing and in the large puddle in my backyard, as we affectionately refer to as Cawthorne Lake, the ducks are swimming. Ahhh, Spring in the sticks, sounds quaint doesn’t it? 

Not so good at 5:30am.

If I had to describe myself I would say that I am an after 8′er. I like to wake up gently, the process is usually a couple of snoozes, followed by 10 or so minutes of listening to the radio, the Charis Report and the song that follows the Charis Report. Even after all that I am still not much of a conversationalist until I am well into my first cup coffee, which is usually sometime after 8. (here goes a left turn in the story…I have a client who sets his alarm for ungodly hours like 5am, when his alarm goes off he counts to 3 or 5, I can’t remember the actual number, but when he hits that number he immediately gets up. No snooze, no contemplation, just gets up. This is also the same person who when grocery shopping takes a trip down the chip isle as purely as a torture exercise.)

The last few mornings, what feels like the middle of the night for me, I have been woken by Aflac the duck. How does does a duck wake you, it quacks and quacks and quacks, just when you think it has stopped, it starts again, incessant quacking!  Ever seen those Aflac insurance commercials with the duck (I think in the latest one the duck is snowboarding) at the end of the commercial the duck quacks “Aflac” (hence why I have named the duck Aflac). That’s what is sounds like at my house at 5:30am, over and over again, that is until my dogs have been stirred from their beauty sleep and start barking. So now it is 5:35am, Aflac is quacking, my dogs are barking to go outside to see what the hell. .

How can you possibly go back to sleep when you have already got out of your warm cocoon, had the chilly morning air touch your face as you open the door to let your (ready to tear Aflac limb from limb although they wouldn’t know what to do with him if they caught him) dogs out the door, and then climb back into bed where there is a now a purring and drooling cat (yes, he drools) waiting for a little lovin’?

So yeah, for the last few mornings I have become an early bird. No worms here, but I am up to date with my paperwork, we haven’t been late for school all week, it’s no wonder I need a nap most afternoons.

I wonder how well ducks deal with daylight savings time?