Some mornings my bed won't let me go, and other mornings it kicks me out early. This morning my bed had an ejector spring in it, and I hit the ground running...rather walking...to breakfast at a favorite coffee joint. I got there slightly before they opened, so I loitered on a bench out front and drew a tree across the street.
This was a particularly delightful way to start the day, so I might have to make it a habit. I know you're sitting on pins and needles to find out whether or not I do...HA!