se to be, back when I was a working man, that I’d need to wake up and be out the door in twenty minutes, riding the bike through hot and cold, watching for cars, figuring out my work. You can’t commute on a bike in Oburg while muzzy with sleep.
So now that I’m retired, twenty years in the purple have left me altered. Now when the furry kids wake me up at 5am for their feeding, I can’t get back to sleep. I lie there, mind spinning up, unable to drop back into slumberland.
So this morning I did something about it. I went for a ride.
Makes sense. First, I filled the birdfeeder and brought the paper in. Then I got the recently repaired Brommie out and went for an eleven-mile spin, up and around Rollins College. Great morning. Few cars but lots of cyclists and joggers. Said my good mornings. Looked at the rising sun. Reflected on my thoughts and made the day’s plans.
And in all this, I figured that maybe I’ll start doing this. Sure, I’d rather get a full night’s sleep without it being in installments but what can I do? Besides, there is a point where you’ve got to surrender if you can’t win. In this, I’m getting all my morning thinking out (just like I used to). But now, once 8am rolls around, rather than jack in with coffee I’ll just roll back into bed for another hour or so.
And speaking of that, my brain is now empty (this Dog Ear was the last of it). I’m off to bed.