Mornings

I find mornings difficult, not in the lots of things to do, but the fact that I have begun to assimilate my spouse's brain fog. I no longer can awaken with the ability to form coherant sentances, or make decisions. Perhaps this is the side effect of living with someone that has never been able to form sentances or make decisions without a minimum of a cup of coffee. I'm still required to function at a level that some mornings, I'm just not comfortable with. This morning it was book orders. Some of you will remember the neat little Scholastic paper offering great deals on books that most of the time you regarded with disdain. Well maybe its the age difference, because now there are books in there I want to read :) However doing math to add up a book order before 7am is not a good thing. Without coffee.

On a different side note, I am getting myself the Little House on the Prairie book set, I had one ages ago, but in the course of moving they got lost/mangled. I love being able to aquire pieces of my childhood...if only I could remember some of the other books I loved...there was one that I remember I adored, but at my advanced age all I can remember is that one of the sons got in trouble and got the "silent treatment" which was the most horrendous punishment they could receive. The name of the book? No idea. But one day I will find it :)