Waking up is hard to do
except when you don’t need to.
Thought I might sleep in today, as for the first time in ages, I have nothing to do today. Oh, I need to service the honda, oil and transmission fluid change, see what’s wrong wiht the fan in the bedroom, mow if it dries up enough, but for the most part, it’s a lazy day. So why am I up at six? It’s a mystery. You couldn’t pry me out of bed at six on a weekday (though I have to pry myself) but on weekends I’m up and attem early as shit. Guess it’s because I don’t want to waste any of my OWN time in bed. Certainly, on a weekday, the desire to stay snuggled up next to the wife is strong.

Something about that soft skin of those wives…