T-shirts, rain, and getting up in the morning

Hard to see but Monday’s first sighting of robins in the area, they are out in full force.

I have a confession to make.

I don’t know why, but so often in my lifetime, when I go to put on a t-shirt, I end up having it on backwards. It is not as if I don’t know which side is which or that I am not trying to put it on correctly, but it happens. It happens more often than I would like to admit and I have to pull my arms out of it and turn it around. The other day, I didn’t really realize it had happened until I looked in a mirror and saw that the t-shirt was sitting way too high toward my neck. The dress shirt I was wearing betrayed it to me.

Am I alone in this? No one ever talks of this. Not that it should be a major subject of conversation.

Changing the subject, we are under a flood watch. The massive amounts of snow have melted and yet the ground is pretty frozen. It rained all night. It sounded great as you sleep to hear the pitter and patter of the raindrops on the roof. In the morning, you don’t want to get up.

Every morning I have the internal struggle of getting up or not. The biggest struggle is that at a certain point, I am no longer comfortable lying in bed. It might be my hip or just a need to get out of bed and stretch. The other issue is my metabolism, which, if I play with it too much and disregard its power, will give me a headache that I will keep all day long. Apparently that is a gift my father gave me. I think that is why if I go to bed later than normal, I still get up at the same time; my body craves its routine.

All of this because of thoughts of t-shirts…go figure!

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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