Every sunrise gives you another start. Every morning I erase the chalk from the previous day and do it all over again.
My work phone chirped at 1:15 this morning and I woke up suddenly and I woke up pissed. I was even more pissed when I realized it wasn’t important.
But….. the anger went away when I turned and looked out my bedroom window. Sitting there in plain view was the wanning gibbous angle of the rising moon. Just recently rising over the eastern horizon waiting for me to enjoy the glow.
It was like the moon prank called me to wake up and check her out. The timing of the wake up call was impeccable.
Seeing the moon seems to always make me happy. Unfortunately I tossed and turned for the remainder of the night. I’d have a dream and wake up. Have another dream and wake up. All the way to the alarm at 3:33am.
Yeah… my weekday alarm goes off at 3:33am, not 3:30, not 3:45, but at 3:33am.
It’s an Angel Number. I have three kids to wake up for and then there is the Trinity. So I wake up at 3:33 Monday thru Friday.
Not today though…
…today I woke up around 1:15 because an app on my phone restarted.
Fucking technology
I long for the days when I had to flip the cassette in my answering machine.
Alright, it’s Thursday. It is also National Bologna Day. Everyone I know that likes bologna is in heaven. I rarely have bologna, but I had a shit ton of it in the 1970’s.
I’m sure those bologna lovers up in heaven are looking down to see that I’m still full of bologna.
Be astonished and be full of bologna
