I have to wake up very early in the morning. So far as I have been able to tell, there have been no worms. I do not see the benefit of being an early bird. I like night time. Night time is nice. I'm productive at night. In the morning I'm a crabby person. I HATE waking up early. I also get the added fun of driving in a Eastward direction for a good portion of my commute. This is not generally a reality I'm pleased with. The odds are quite good that I'll be doing a fair amount of squinting in the morning anyway, sun not required. Sun just exacerbates the situation to the where I feel like I'm trying to drive with, like, half of one eye or something.
I like cloudy mornings. They suit my mood in the morning and also make it easier to see while driving. (I am exaggerating this whole driving tangent at this point, please don't worry about me and those who share the road with me.)
Once and awhile I break out of my curmudgeon morning mood to appreciate that morning skies can be very pretty.
This is not a picture of my street this morning. It is a picture of my street some morning about a week ago or so. (I'm now trying to remember why on earth I would have taken my camera to work with me last week. I have no answers for myself. I am now annoyed. damn.) I thought it was a very cool mixture of sunny and cloudy. I also liked the variation of cloud types happening that morning. This is the kind of morning I don't mind. It don't make me all squinty, which is nice.
I'd like more of this kind, please.
I did warn you (if you're here via Facebook anyway) that the Bob Dylan references were likely to continue.
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