The house is so quiet, with only the coffee pot making its usual sounds. I like mornings like this.

It is my favorite time of the day. I feel the most positive and have a complete desire to be all I can be. Something happens as the day wears on, though---fatigue. It has never been my friend.

With that in mind, I know (now) evenings are a vulnerable time for me. Sometimes the best place to be is bed.