After lounging until seven, falling asleep until nine and trying to go back to sleep until nine-thirty...I got up and cleaned the apartment. I'm sure Betty, my downstairs neighbor, loved that I started laundry in my clunking washer at ten p.m. but you'll have that. I try not to do laungry after eight but it just had to be done. I needed black knee socks and clean nylons.
And waking up to a pot of coffee and a clean kitchen certainly did wonders for my mood. Now if I could only drag myself out of bed early enough to enjoy a cup of coffee while seated, rather than rushing from room to room, I'd probably be in a good mood nearly every day.
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