The alarm clock rings at 6:30 A.M. on my day off to alert J he's gotta get out of bed for basketball practice. "Go back to sleep," he tells me, but all I can do is lay, staring at the ceiling. Wide awake. Fabulous.
Too cold to get out from my warm flannel sheets, I lay there contemplating what I want for breakfast. Toast? No. Cereal? No. Bacon and eggs? No.
Frustrated that nothing sounds delicious enough to satisfy my belly, I suddenly remember the fresh blueberries I bought over the weekend. Blueberry muffins? I think so!
Good morning, to me!
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