“Morning has broken…” (I didn’t do it!)
I loved that song as a girl.
I’ll pop it in here for you younger readers, because I honestly can’t remember the last time I have heard it in my adulthood without hunting it down.
Eleanor Farjeon (a lovely British writer) wrote the hymn, then Cat Stevens (AKA Yusuf Islami, AKA Steven Demetre Georgiou) introduced a ‘few’ more people to it.
The point of all of this is a counter attack on my initial grumpy mood as my alarm went off at 6:30 am on a Saturday. (5:30 am for you on who actually observed the time change on the West coast).
I WILL be happy. Damn it.
And now I’m singing this song in my head and being very grateful for ‘morning’ which almost got a good kick up the arse instead. That counts double for Butters who sat and stared at me after I hit the alarm ‘off’, insisting that “no, it can’t possibly be Saturday? I heard the alarm, and please get up so that I can take you to the front door and then not really have to go out after all”.
Good Morning everyone.
Adding a morning shot of an official ‘Early Bird’
Then my early bird left – I think he was off to grab a cup of coffee. I get you early bird, I get you.