Past Eight O’Clock

My Dad did a number on us as kids.

On the weekends we had to be up and out of bed early to help in the garden, or to shovel snow, or even just to sit with him and have breakfast.

Kids these days!

I’m telling you, my boys would’ve lasted about ten minutes under Dad’s regime!

Which brings me to today.

I woke at 5:35 and said to Miller:

“It’s too early. It’s Saturday.”

Turned over and for the first time in probably 40 years…

.:.I slept past 8:00.

Was a hard week that had plenty of work hours and some insomnia.

But here’s the worst part…

…I didn’t wake up feeling refreshed.

In fact, I feel more tired.

Won’t be doing that again.

Hope Dad isn’t mad.

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