Sunday mornings start somewhere between six and eight. I turn toward the window and see the glow of the sunlight. No matter what day it is I play a game with myself. Staring at the window with the translucent shade drawn I begin to guess the time of day.
Step one: Think about what is on the agenda for the day?
Step two: Reconfirm in my head that what is on the agenda is really necessary. At this step one thing is usually nixed.
Step three: Stare at the shade and listen for morning noise in and out of the house.
Time to get up! It is seven o’clock. How did I know you ask?
The neighbor dog barked two times- does so at seven, I hear human foot steps upstairs- six o’clock would be the sound of the dog running up and down the stairs, and light of the sun is increasing at a seven o’clock rate.
MISTAKE! I dallied in bed so long writing this that it must be close to eight….The sound of “The Little One” is always around eight. My how time flies.