Early riser ( 3 - 4 am ), scald a large mug of Rishi Indian Chai with milk, relax with that while waiting on Dawn to show me her crack, with the mockingbird giving song (which he has through the night, do they ever sleep during the nesting season?), then slip out the back to view the deer, turkey, (that hen was right at the porch step this morning) and huge red hawk hanging out, and the crows going verbal as they leave the scratch pile. Then for sport, thin the squirrel population at the bird feeder from off the back deck ( .22 handgun ). With such a rough start to the day I hit the recliner for a breather before rolling eggs, onions, pepper, tomatoes and lettuce into a warm tortilla; then there's the decision to be made of a half cup of coffee (sorry cowboys, I gotta have cream & sugar) or another cup of chia. Since I'm all energetic now, I grab the MacBook Air, ease back into the recliner (with a good view toward the pond and barn), check this forum, email, (to hell with the news, not interested in Hellywood, sports, false & fake news which, really, should be labeled entertainment) and, sometimes the reading gives me the drowzies so I'll hit the switch and tak'er on back to relax my eyes a bit. Since the mail runs early, I take my exercise to the end of the drive and see what bills need pay'in. And afore it gets too late I rush to the front porch swing to check the green in the leaves, the white in the clouds and the blue in the sky as the sparrows chitter, the wren sings and the doves coo. Life in the fast lane is hell, the day is rolling on, I need a breather but there are pieces in the safe that need fondling, lubed, zeroed and appreciated and nobody's going to do it if I don't! Won't bore (pun?) you any longer with the rest of my day (and all I'm working on) but you can see why I'm ready to hit the sack around 18:30 and falling asleep to my theme song by Willie Nelson: "I don't have to doooo......... one damn thiiiiiing........... that I don't want to dooooo".............................