for once i'm up at 7 odd, without having stayed up through the night, awake not because i have to be, but because the body, for some reason refuses to adjust to my lovely pink-ping room. (it must be the too big bed, and for once having 4 pillows + 1 bolster + 2 blankets about me, all for me)

i spent last night tossing and turning, finally just refusing to move or open my eyes, and after nearly what felt like 30 mins of frustration, i opened my eyes and it was 650! hoho. i love these sleep surprises.

the morning is dewy, and silent--with nothing but joni mitchell for company, i sit here, rather content, eyes droopy again.

Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see!
Who will tie it up with a ribbon,
And put it in a box for me?