It's been a while since I started my day at 4 AM. It used to be a usual thing for me. I used to rise early to get ready to catch the 6:08 train to NYC while working. Sometimes taking time out to prepare some puzzle pieces so I might stitch on the hour and a half train ride. Imagine that.
And then early rising just became a habit. Since I moved here, not so much.
This morning , because my allergies are so bad, I can't breathe.