Doomy, gloomy mornings

I have been springing out of bed so easily these days, because when my radio goes off early, I don't want to loll in bed and listen to NPR like I usually do. I want to propel myself away from the radio, source of all the terrible news and doom and gloom that seems to be so relentless lately. Luckily, my radio is on the side of my bed near the wall, so propelling myself away from it gets me to the bedroom door, not against the wall.

I always thought it would be cool to have some effective way of giving myself reality-check messages in the morning. I used to leave notes: YOU HAVE TO GET UP NOW BECAUSE YOU NEED TO STOP FOR GAS ON THE WAY TO WORK!!! or, YOU DIDN'T MAKE YOUR LUNCH LAST NIGHT AND IT TAKES FOREVER! But when the alarm went off, I never looked at the notes. Even if I had looked at them, I would have thought I was above the person who wrote them. That's how I am in the morning.

Maybe this is one of those pragmatic reasons for cohabitation, like free rides to the airport: someone to make you get up.

With all this American doom/gloom blasting into my ears in the morning, though, I'm able to handle it on my own just fine.