MORNINGS! UGG! WHERE'S MY BLANKIE!!

I've always envied morning people. Both my sisters are up at 5 and 6 am every morning. (Is there really a 5 am? Betty swears there is.) I have even spent the last 35 years with a morning person. You would think some of it would have rubbed off on me. Not really. We've tried all kinds of systems. Our current one is for Rudy to get up, turn the T.V. on, and bring me a cup of hot tea (now that is service!). It still takes me a while to get out of bed. Sometimes he teases me or throws things at me. I eventually get up, fix him some oatmeal, and make the bed. I move very slowly in the mornings. Here it is 10:30 am and I'm sitting at my computer in my pj's eating a brownie. I couldn't think of anything to write about, so I decided to write what's on my mind. This is what's on my mind. I don't like mornings. I know that's terrible, and by that statement people may call me a lazy bum and tell me I'm awful. Leanne and I had a conversation about the Proverbs 31 womam this morning. I said, "I think she eventually ran away and became the "Prodical Woman." Then her husband welcomed her back and put a ring on her finger because he was tired of doing all those dirty dishes." Well, whatever. The Psalmist surely gave us examples of early rising. Psalms 5:3 says, "My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up."