We had a discussion in the office the other day about morning conversations.
I’m incapable of them.
If BW tells me something in the morning, it’s lost on me. Case in point, I texted him to tell him I got more money in my paycheck because of Trump. Which almost made me like the guy (Trump). Almost. To which BW replied he’d already told me to expect it earlier that morning.
Now, in my defense, I don’t follow the news. Nine times out of ten it just makes me sad and ruins my little bubble of selective reality. Given that, I didn’t know to expect it. Even though I was ‘listening’ to BW. And I watched the SOTU. (I drank everytime something was embellished and passed the eff out before the end.)
Just kidding.
Sort of.
Anyway, naturally this frustrated BW as he likes to think that he is important enough in my life to warrant listening when he speaks.
And he is.
After a couple hours and my second or third cup of coffee.
I mean, I have to get up between 6:30 and 7:00am every morning just to get to work by 9:30am. I have a special concession to my boss to arrive 90 minutes late each day, for which I’m on call 24/7.
Now, that 2.5 to 3 hour time span is not because I take a long time to get ready. Some days I don’t even shower if I can get away with a hat and perfume. And it’s not because I have a long commute – even if I did, by 9:30am all the commuter traffic is at work.
It’s because I need to sit comatose on the couch for at least an hour before I can really start to get going. And even by 9:30am my brain is still a little fuzzy. Which would lead a person to believe that I am instead a “night” person since I’m clearly not a “morning” person. But you’d be wrong.
I start to nod off around 9:30pm each night. Clearly, something in my circadian rhythm prevents me from engaging in wakeful interchange beyond 12 hours each day.
But none of this is really the reason for my post. It’s because I wanted to show off the beautiful new coffee mug that my girlfriend, Terri, bought me after we had this conversation at work. It’s perfect and I love it.
And, it means I think of her every 10 hours or so because she also bought me my favorite wine glass in our secret santa exhange. And since I’m only awak 12 hours, and my favorite morning beverage is coffee, and favorite evening beverage is wine, she’s got me covered. Thanks, Terri!!!!