Morning Amnesia

One of my favorite things about bedtime is that recently I've been pretty exhausted by the time I make it into my bed. Never before has it been a struggle of any sort to walk to my bedroom. And I would say that my mood reflects the emotional and physical exhaustion that I feel by the end of the day.

The wonderful thing about sleep is that it makes me forget about the frustrations and troubles of the previous day. I wake up and look outside at the beautiful world. Perhaps it the sun is starting to rise (it's actually been pretty sunny lately) and I can hear the twitter of birds nearby. Or perhaps there's a thick, mysterious fog. Or maybe I hear the pitter-patter of rain on the roof. For whatever reason, I've relished the mornings since surgery more than before. Maybe it's those extra 5 seconds that I spend looking out the window before I summon the energy to rise from my bed. Whatever the reason, I'm thankful that I have a nice neighborhood to wake up in.