good morning
saying good morning is important, and the first time i realized this was when i was in middle school and i was reading ‘little house on the prarie.’ laura ingalls (the role model of my youth) was teaching school a good twelve miles from home. which is really far in south dakota before cars were invented, and her father had to drive her back and forth in the freezing cold and swirling snow. anyway. after being away for a long time, she visited her home. her mother cheerfully said “good morning, laura” when she woke up and came down for breakfast. and laura practically reeled at the way saying good morning made her have a good morning. the couple who ran her boarding house were mean. they never said good morning to her.
all i’m saying is that the morning has a severe impact on the rest of your day.
my phone is broken, so my good morning THIS morning was “haha oh shit i am going to be late for work…” so i bravely soldiered on (after petting my cat for like three minutes) and got ready to go. i’m pretty proud of my ability to get ready quickly. i was only two minutes late for work, after waking up at 7:27 i arrived at 8:02. but i’m still not awake. i am trapped in the nether-world of a day at work without a shower. mostly i just wish i could go back to bed and pet my cat some more.