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If it seems like I am writing this on a Sunday Morning and not the night before, as always, it is because I am writing this on a Sunday Morning.  Time in this morning 4:20 a.m.

When I roll my feet over the side of the bed in the mornings, I think of the wonderful cartoon, where the Coyote and the Sheep Dog went after each other. Day after day, after day.  One of them wanted the sheep.  The other wanted to protect the sheep.  Oh, they were fierce about it.

And at the end of the day, they’d walk up to the tree at the edge of the pasture…. The one with the little time-clock built in…. And they each grabbed their time cards, and clocked out.  They’d smile at each other, like they were buddies. “Good night, Hal.”  “Good night, George.”  And then they would part their ways.

As the sun came up the next morning…. There they were… “clocking in again”…. Just like the day before.

That’s what I think about sometimes when I wake up in the morning.

I think I can be quirky at times.  Yesterday, we were out of electric.  Again.  It’s at least the third time in a couple of months. Do you know how there are Great Energy Vortexes on the planet?  Well.  There are.  Nine of them, to be exact.   We don’t live in one.  However.  We do live in the Electricity Abyss.  We are the first to go out….. and the last to come on.

I only bring that up because when we don’t have electricity, it really brings out the quirks in me.  I notice them more at least.  It is not as easy to have one’s idiosyncrasies in place…. In fact… my oddity starts to go even.  For instance …. I like my coffee. Oh yes I do.  But I like it black as night.  And hot as Hades.

So I go to great lengths to heat up my coffee. It makes it harder to do when your electric is out.  Anyway… that led me to this.  My dad liked his coffee really hot too.   He didn’t like the “skins” on certain fruits either. I am very much like him, in both the ways.  The do not stem by being a product of my environment. I only found these things out about him, when I helped care for him the last couple of years of his life.  Do I get them genetically then?  Coincidence?

I have my Mom’s nerves.  And they are not of steel, oh no. Heck, I worry like a Mother.  Mary said to me yesterday, about something unrelated….”I think you LIKE to worry.”  OH. NO.  I assured her.  There is no part of worrying which I like.  And it is true.  But I get it honestly.  Environment?  Genes?  Calculated Risk?

So what is the moral of this big story?  I’ll tell you.  There is an owl outside my window, now at 5 a.m.  He, or she, is there most mornings, but not all.  I just don’t know.

And that is the moral of the story.   Every day is going to be different.  Somehow.  And we just don’t know.  So love your quirks.  You are worth it.  Today, and every unique day.



Oh… Apples and Peaches, in case you were wondering.