On The Road Again

Meant to get up at 5 to pack so that we could be on the road by 8am. But its now 6:37 and I’m still basically comotose, working through a tepid cup of tea. Really, let’s be honest, I blame Matt. For some reason, since a horrible moment in Nashville when the handle broke off one of our two mugs, Matt has felt that I am to have this broken mug every morning, while he has the one with the handle, rather than trading off every other morning. So, at 5 am, when be brought me the broken handle mug full of tea (and let’s be honest about that too–I ran out of good tea when we got to Dallas and I’ve been drinking something that vaguely tastes like dishwater ever since), I just couldn’t cope and rolled over and went back to sleep. So, I don’t imagine that we will be leaving by 8, particularly since before actually getting up, I have to confess my sins AGAIN and try to be a better person. Of course, I could be grateful that Matt brings me tea at all, but since when is gratitude one’s first response in the morning, if we’re going to be perfectly honest about it? If its yours, at least wait until this afternoon to let me know, when I’m awake and and holy.

On the Road Again