I wake up. The first thing I do is look over at the clock. It is 6:57am...much better. Why was I so keyed up these past few days? Was it simply too much work and not enough play?

What a difference a couple of extra hours of sleep can make.

I walk down the hall to let Luigi outside into the backyard for his morning sniff and pee. I then I make myself a pot of dark roast and  pick out my favorite "Second Cup" coffee mug from the shelf. I favor this one cup over all the rest. It's white, and shorter and wider than most mugs. When I drink from it, the bridge of my nose doesn't hit the rim of the cup. It's the perfect fit.

Why am I telling you this? It's such a ridiculously small detail.