Good morning, sunshine...
I've never been a morning person, but as long as I get a good night's sleep and have time to drink a half pot of coffee, I usually find mornings pleasant enough. Especially this time of year, when I keep the windows open all night because the weather is (finally) turning cool-ish and I start drinking my coffee hot again. This morning, however, was not one of those mornings.
It's been a really long week. My nerves are shot. I fought the deadlines, and the deadlines won. I haven't been sleeping well. I'm cranky. So I was sitting at my desk in the sunroom, blinds open so I can watch the sun come up, drinking coffee and trying to figure out why my Earthlink DSL was down for the third morning in a row when I heard a little bird singing in a tree outside. I actually stopped what I was doing, turned around, and said, "shut the f*ck up." To the bird. I cursed a happy, singing, little birdie.