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I woke up at 6:30 this morning, without help from the alarm, feeling perfectly awake and alert. The scary thing is this morning-ness is becoming, while not yet completely my life, far more common than before. Wow. (I used to be the sort who'd get up at noon on weekends...if that.)
Scott's going to do the laundry later today; I'm going to go to the Gardens, and maybe to Saturday Market depending on my mood. So far today, I have read my friends page's entries here on LiveJournal, put the clean dishes away and loaded the dishwasher with the dirty ones, paid the bills, reread the short story in the Valdemar Companion, and I'm 90% of the way through dealing with the trash (need to take the bags by the front door, and take them to the dumpster).
There's something really weird about this, but in the cool way, so I'll take it. ;)
Scott's going to do the laundry later today; I'm going to go to the Gardens, and maybe to Saturday Market depending on my mood. So far today, I have read my friends page's entries here on LiveJournal, put the clean dishes away and loaded the dishwasher with the dirty ones, paid the bills, reread the short story in the Valdemar Companion, and I'm 90% of the way through dealing with the trash (need to take the bags by the front door, and take them to the dumpster).
There's something really weird about this, but in the cool way, so I'll take it. ;)
