One thing I have missed while living in between homes is a window in my bedroom. I used to wake up naturally sometime between 5:00-5:30. But in utter darkness, my internal alarm clock is thoroughly confused. My husband sets the alarm on his phone for 5:30 and when it goes off, I must groggily force myself out of bed. As I do, I’m usually muttering something about looking forward to having a window again.
This struggle to get out of bed is highly unusual behavior for me. But, apparently, light (not just the thought of coffee) is crucial for this early bird to be an enthusiastic early bird. Interestingly enough, even my name Eileen means light.
This morning I wait hopefully for the light that is to come. It’s just over the horizon.