Morning energy. For once.

Photo by Moritz Mentges on Unsplash

This morning I woke up nearly crackling with energy. This is an incredibly strange feeling for me. I usually wake up fuzzy-headed, slow to move and slower to think. This level of energy is as foreign to me as the surface of the moon.

My morning lethargy is not inherited. My grandfather was a very energetic-hardworking man. My grandfather, my mother’s daddy, used to say that he’d like to kill the person who invented…