A Sunday story – sleep

I am a morning person.  Even as a teenager, I did not sleep in.  I like mornings, like getting to work early, well before most of my co-workers.   But lately, I have been waking much too early, my mind buzzing with plans and ideas and a few worries.  I am hoping it will be a short season of sleeplessness.  For now, I am up early, taking the time to knit a few extra rows, sip a cup of coffee, do a bit of journaling, and trying very hard to ignore all the articles that tell me how much sleep I need.  I think it is a good morning for some bacon.