mornings

once upon a time
i was a night person

i took the sunrise as a personal affront

i could stay up til all hours every night of the week

i would spend sundays sleeping the day away

that was a long time ago

it feels like it was in another life

in a way it was

i love my life

 i have no regrets

well

maybe one or two 

very minor ones

yesterday was the highest most holy day if you are a jew

i am tho most of the time i am not observant

when i was much younger 

my mother said

 i should never ever work 

on rosh hashanah or yom kippur 

or

the gentiles who employed me 

would not respect me

i think her feelings 

belonged to another time

but

 i listened 

i obeyed

so yesterday i was home

i slept in

i unplugged

i fasted

i didnt make it to sundown 

around 5ish i had a headache 

i went for a walk

i ended up outside starbucks

i broke fast with a venti latte

hey what can i say

i survived being unplugged

it didnt feel bad at all

this morning i was up at 5

tho really

 the cats

specifically jack 

wake me around 4

fed the cats

watched
 the news
the weather report

dressed

walked in the dark to the subway

i like the quiet

i like morning

i never thought

 i would say that

 but 

i like the morning