I'm a Morning Person, plus totally unrelated stuff about Luna

(I was going to post a picture of Luna that I took today, but since this blog is not named "All About Luna," I figured that I should post about something else. Especially considering that the past four entries have been about her. But perhaps a picture of Luna will find its way onto this post somehow...)

I don't know about the rest of you, but I am definitely a morning person. Perhaps I have passed other morning people on the street, or perhaps I even go to church with some, or work with some, but I have never known anyone else to say outright that he/she is a morning person.

What makes me think that I'm a morning person? A couple of different things. One big reason is that when my alarm goes off in the morning, I hardly ever am tempted to press the snooze button. Usually I turn the alarm off, get out of bed, and continue with the morning routine. Once I'm out of bed, my body usually just goes on auto-pilot, continuing the morning routine. I am usually not tempted to get back in bed, because if I'm getting up early, I have someplace to be. And if you know me in real life, you might know that I absolutely despise tardiness, both in myself and others.

To me, mornings have a couple of endearing qualities. There's just something about being up in the mornings when most other people are still sleeping. I like the seclusion that is typical of mornings. I like the feeling of morning, knowing that the whole day is still ahead of me. (unless I am dreading that day, for whatever reason) Plus it's very cool when it's foggy outside, the few times that that does happen around here.

Perhaps one thing that helps me be a morning person is that I place a very high priority on getting the proper amount of sleep. I would guess that this is a big factor in the lack of temptation for me to press snooze or get back in bed Because I usually get enough sleep per night, my body does not scream at me to get back in bed.

Have I ever tried being an evening person? Not in recent memory. I do remember staying up later in high school and parts of college, but (at least in college), I always had the thought in the back of my mind that I was loosing sleep.

Harmony is definitely NOT a morning person. Perhaps she can explain herself in the comments. Interestingly, she is not much of an evening person either. I believe she has labeled herself a mid-day person.

Are there any fellow morning people out there? Do evening people care to explain the endearing qualities of evenings? I'm not saying that evenings have no endearing qualities, but I'd like to hear your reasons.

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Totally unrelated to anything in this whole post, today's weather was great. Mostly sunny, temperatures right around 70F. Harmony worked on her quilt on the patio, and I sat with her, doing whatever. To keep Luna occupied, I gave her a wing from the duck that I butchered up on Friday night. She bothered it for a while on the patio, but then she decided to take it to the dirt and eat it there (I hesitate to call it a lawn...there's not much "lawn" in our backyard). I like this picture because I see the little wolf inside of her come out...but it's funny because she's so NOT a wolf in some ways. It's also funny to see our petite little bichon/poodle lying in the dirt gnawing on a raw duck wing.



BTW, there wasn't much meat at all on these wings, so for any prospective raw feeders or raw critics in the audience, I do not feed wings on a regular basis...too bony. In fact, we never feed wings by themselves; the only time she gets wings is when she's working on a whole cornish hen or something similar. I didn't want the duck's bony wings to go to waste, so I kept them around. Came in handy, because she is working on a lamb shank these days and doesn't get any of the bone off of it, because it's too hard for her. So while not wasting the duck wing, I was also able to keep her busy while outside, and get her a big dose of calcium and marrow.