I am never that super cheery morning person. I mean, I’m not grumpy per se, more like stoic. It takes a bit of stretching and meditation and yeah, okay, coffee to get up to cheerful. But for some reason this Saturday when the 3:45am alarm went off, I was downright chipper. The kitten made me giggle, I was whistling, I didn’t even feel like glaring at my husband. Jason was actually worried about me! I can’t explain it. I thought about it: did I eat super healthy the night before? Pasta. Well that’s not chips, but it’s not exactly a salad either, so it must not be that. It can’t be looking forward to the day because we were expecting a heavy frost that night and so I knew I had to come home quick from market and work on preparations. I just couldn’t explain it. I still can’t explain it. Maybe it was a premonition that we would make it through the frost (which we did). Maybe it was Maybelline.
