Getting going

The novelty has worn off. This new habit (of getting up early) hurts, and I find myself drifting back to sleep after the news. But it is a habit, I've been doing it for three weeks now, and I can blackmail myself into sitting upright on the edge of the bed, because if I don't I will have to tell you. And then somebody will get on my case, won't you? Maybe. Any rationale that works, works.

Once I get into the routine it is rewarding.

And afterward, having a little spare time to look at my friends' page this morning really lends a boost, with a word image of an early-morning snowfall in Toronto, a photograph of a warm courtyard in Santa Fe, and colourful pysanky (traditional Ukranian Easter egg). Now into clothes, and slush and snow.