I have never been a morning person. I wanted to rise up singing, but had to force it. My husband always brought me a cup of coffee to my bed, which I am sure made our first contact more pleasant. Of course as a teacher I had to go to work early and learned to manage it. However, when I retired, my first thought was “Oh now I can sleep late!” The choice is what makes it so nice.
Billy goes to work at noon, so our mornings are wonderful. I snuggle into my sofa nest, he heats the thing to warm my back, brings me a cup of coffee and we watch his favorite TV program, Regis and Kelley. After the first cup he goes back to his apartment and I quickly change channels. Then I am ready for the day. But I did take a cake out of the oven last night at 11:30.
What gets you moving?