i don’t have a clock in my room.
i look for my mommy. we exchange a greeting of some sort. usually it’s like, good morning. or hello. sometimes if i wake up really early, she’s like oh my goodness i wasn’t expecting you to be awake this early, what a wonderful surprise, and i’m just like monotonously, it’s really not a big deal.
i then bring us coffee and like tea for me. or maybe i will also have coffee. it just depends.
i have coffee yogurt.
we eat chobani.
if i was high class and lived near a bagel store i would eat a salmon bagel (onion) with capers and tomato every morning.
sadly the bagels at the grocery store are seriously gross, and they don’t just like sell salmon for bagels, and i would prefer not to eat pickled capers in a jar and cutting a bagel and then toasting it correctly and slicing a tomato and getting salmon shmear and doing all of that really quickly seems incredibly difficult.
i decided to start having coffee in the morning after a stint in the mental hospital. i realized even though i had decaf coffee there that it was a good idea for me to have caffeine. one of the doctors suggested it.
sometimes when i used to get up early every morning and go to target VERY EARLY like at 9 am i used to get coffee at starbucks. that was how i got to starbucks gold this year. it was seriously amazing.
i have plans about my schedule but i will be moving to the middle of the prairie (not actually the prairie) but the the ranch lands and no one goes there, and there is very little to do in such a small town so i will need to decided what will happen with my schedule after i adjust to my new home after the dust has settled.
i’m sure the first thing i do every single day won’t be different except it will probably be much easier to find my mom because she will almost always be on the first floor of the house.