Morning

Well, I found my little notebooks.  I had been using a steno pad, but I like the little ones better.  They are 3x5, making them easier to carry around while shopping than the steno pad.  They will fit in a pocket as well as any purse.  I am much more likely to always have them near me.  The smaller pages are just the right size for a shopping list or a daily to-do list.  And, just like this blog space, they elicit a Pavlovian response from me.  Seeing them is a signal to focus on what is on the pages. 

Okay, enough about little notebooks.  But I never realized before how important little things are to me, how something as simple as having the right-sized notebook would make a difference, and how coming to the end of a notebook could create such a large bump in the road. 

I went to Orange Grove Cemetery yesterday to see Daddy's flag, but I couldn't find it before it was time for me to go to work.  Traffic was fairly heavy inside, and lots of people stopped right in the road instead of pulling over to let other people pass.  His number is 766.  I found the 700's, but before I got to his number, the road ended when it merged with another that housed the 200's.  I drove around looking for the rest of the 700's, but couldn't find them in time.  And, now that I'm on nights, I have only 30 minutes for lunch.  It's funny.  On days, you have to take an hour for lunch; on nights, you have to take 30 minutes.  Anyway, I'll have to try again on Veteran's Day.

It's good to have time for myself again to start each day.  There's something about me time in the morning.  I can feel myself coming together, as though I'm being put together, layer by layer.  I loved the early morning time I used to have.  I would get up at 5:30, sit outside with a cup of coffee and listen to the birds sing.  Then I would begin my blog.  Bit by bit, I would come together.  But after getting sick, then working overtime, and having trouble sleeping, getting up at 5:30 wasn't happening.  I don't function well without sleep, but I don't function well without My Morning Time, either.  It's as though the morning time helps me to make peace with the day.  Without it, the day and I tolerate each other.  No, I'm not really engaged in such a relationship with the day.  But you know the difference you feel when you are around someone you genuinely like, and when you are around someone you just tolerate.  There is a difference.  

Work was astoundingly quiet last night.  It was so peaceful.  The difference was amazing.  We'll see what today brings.  You never know.

Okay, so I've done one thing on my list this morning.  Time to move on to the next.