It was a long night’s journey into day transitioning from Saturday to Sunday.

Every hour was a self inflicted wake up call.

My dreams were a laundry list of just that…very unsexy…wake up and wash your linen sheets in hot or cold water.

Talk about dreams running hot and cold.

There are nights that I think my sleeping patterns are self imposed.

Getting out of bed at 3am to catch a flight is torture. On uncommitted days it can be glorious.

After early morning ablutions, I brew my first cup of coffee and feel my way in the dark to the outside patio.

The darkness envelopes you with a protective wrapping.

Yesterday, the silence was only interrupted by two ducks waddling and quacking, crows crowing and egrets nibbling.

I feel safe. The world is explosive and before 7am I own a piece of peace.

Good morning, friendies. I hope your day starts out peacefully before reality barges in.