I woke annoyed this morning, mostly annoyed that I wasn't able to sleep longer. After all, I'm a schoolteacher on winter break with two teenaged kids. There's no reason I have to start early. Even the dog will usually sleep until at least eight a.m., given the option. 

But nope, 7:30 and I'm awake. 

But a cup of tea, a biscuit, and a finished chapter written in a room lit only by soft morning sunlight later…I'm good. That was lovely.