|borrowed from Anne Geddes|
I am grateful for bright summer mornings when The Professor has to get up for another early morning flight...
Getting up at 4 am is of course so much easier in the summer than in the winter.
Of course, I don't HAVE TO get up - he is perfectly capable of looking after himself
but I worry about him
not hearing the alarm clock,
forgetting something (which is known to have happened before...),
the taxi not coming on time,
and so on.
Besides, that blissful feeling of going back to bed for a few more hours is rather special and precious...!
Just wish 7 am didn't come around so quickly!