I used to consider myself a night owl, I guess I had childhood insomnia that lasted into my twenties. But now, once dinner is done and the kids to bed (early for them at 8:30), I'm wiped. My desk is covered with jewelry supplies for lovely Halloween pretties and I can only hope that the Momo cat doesn't discover them, because I'm too tired to put them away and afraid I'll lose my inspiration for tomorrow if I do.
Could I really be turning into a morning person? What's the story morning glory?
"That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be,
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics
of books." Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
Here's to hoping for sweet dreams and blue (but slightly overcast between 3-5 pm when I need to take some art photographs) skies.