When I get up in the mornings, I'm not asking for too much. I just want to feel the floor under my feet, waddle down to the coffeemaker and eventually enjoy the nectar of the gods--coffee.
I love my uneventful mornings as I wander zombie-like from room to room. If I'm lucky, I can manage a decent morning trot with my canine diva. BUT, what I'm noticing is how folks will look you dead in the eye and not mumble the simple greeting, "Good Morning".
Why am I noticing this now?
Has it always been this way or am I noticing because there are more dog walkers -- but not their poop picker-uppers in my neighborhood. Was I once one of those non-Good Morning Greeters? Perhaps. I'm getting older and my appreciations have changed. I still prefer attaching myself like velcro to the bed in the mornings, I appreciate mornings -- sunshiny or rainy, but what makes my heart glad is a simple "Good morning" piped back to me in return.
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