hours between 8 and 10 in the morning have become my favorite hours in
the day. Obviously waking up is still a slog of haze and bleary eyes
filled with hatred for the world at large...
...but after I overcome that initial hurdle, driven by the sweet and all-encompassing motivator that is necessity, and force myself to make the hardest journey of my day (from bed to car), the rest is smooth road.
Too smooth, apparently.
say this because it is far too easy of a temptation to give in to to
spend the two hours entirely behind the wheel, pointing the nose of my
Kia in various directions with an ever-shifting destination.
instance, this morning, I let the Kia guide me and landed back at my
familiar roost, on the breeze-kissed patio at Chamblin’s, listening to
an old man play piano.