I have noticed that a lot of people around me have "plans" and "schedules." That is something I've always wanted. Even my days of "working outside of the home" seemed haphazardous. I never knew if or how I'd get to work - would it be the city bus? My friend's pick-up truck? A ride from a stranger? On foot? A police escort? Would I be able to pull-off a cup of coffee before work? Everyone talked about that - the coffee. "Whew, I barely had time for my coffee this morning, the dog just wouldn't do his business!" They had coffee pots with timers - they'd wake up to the smell and sound of a fresh brewing pot. They'd fill their travel mugs and commute to work.

Why couldn't I be like these people? 

My snooze button (invented by the devil) would be pushed at least twice, granting me temporary amnesty - more time to dream about using inappropriately located toilets. A shower could happen but more than likely would not. Teeth brushed just in time to smoke a cigarette and tie my son's shoes.

I know what you're thinking: Glamorous.

A few weeks ago, I started doing the unthinkable: Waking up early and not forcing myself to fall back to sleep.

I actually get out of bed.

I get out of bed, make a smoothie filled with micro-nutrients and whole-food concentrate and go for a bike ride. It seems that other people DO THIS TOO. The paths are full of "others."

I haven't decided if I hate myself for being one of these people. Time will tell.

Anyway, number 7 of the Shea 8 will be getting married this Summer and she needed a program - I gladly volunteered and these were created yesterday:

They will contain a disc of music from the ceremony. Understated and cool. Just like my sister. Notice my crummy thumbnail in the upper-left.

Okay, onto something pretty serious.

Kittens.

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