Taed, my husband, gets up well before dawn even considers breaking.  This morning, when I was up at 5:15, he’d been up for at least an hour.  I asked him about going back to bed, but he wasn’t up to it.  I couldn’t so I stayed up and worked on getting pictures to our dear yearbook person (what a THANKLESS task!).  That’s it’s own ordeal that’s not worth discussing.

Keb got up at 6:15 and came down to play.  Guess who’s back in bed sleeping (I think)?  Yup.  What a silly man.

NOTE:  He took time off yesterday because he had to burn vacation hours. When he wakes up at 3 or 4 in the morning, he’s working.  What’s the point then?