A New Day Begins

The exact yoga pose that I practice each morning... just not as eloquently. My weary mornings begin at 6 AM. Well, 6:05 really. I hate o’clocks (:00). They are too round of a number or dictative or something. While I know that my wake-up call could be much earlier as it is with some others, …

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“The Day is Half Over!”

When I was younger, I ran on a noontime schedule as much as possible. Anything beforehand was heresy. I mean, there was no need to be up with the birds since one could do whatever needed to be done later in the day, or at least that was my thinking at the time. Instead, morning …

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