Saturday night, Motor Man and I went to our local race track. (Yes, my two days’ post-op husband. And he made out just fine.) It was just after 11 pm when we got home. But race nights usually include several phone calls to and from our engine customers and/or other engine builders once we get home, so it was nearly midnight when all was said and done.
Then I had a difficult time falling asleep, so add another 30 minutes or so to that. At 4:30 yesterday morning, I was awake and unable to go back to sleep. So, finally around 5:45, I just got up and began my day.
As I opened the living room curtains, I realized waking up (and getting up) early isn’t so bad.
I was actually glad I hadn’t gone back to sleep.
After being greeted by a scene like this,
I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Sometimes sleep is a little over-rated anyway.
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 