Waking up

When I was working, one of the things I hated was jumping out of bed.

Now that I'm allegedly retired (okay,  if you don't count running a business or writing books retired, I do because it is a choice) mornings have a new meaning.

I usually wake somewhere around 7:30. At this season, the outlines of the trees slowly become visible through the sheer curtains.

The bed is toasty warm under the duvets and I can read a few chapters before separating myself from the sheets.

Such luxury.