I’ve grown accustomed to many different 8 ams.
8 am in my classroom: not quite bright enough, smells like school.
8 am on debate tournament day: riding a bus hoping that we are going the right way, and that we wont arrive too early.
8 am traveling to go grocery shopping with my parents: trying to remember all the things I need, or rather, keep forgetting from Walmart.
but 8 am this morning involved a LOT more sleeping and cuddling with le not-so-puppy Lucy.
so much so that I didn’t post this ’till 10:15 am.