Ugh...

Well, joy can be fleeting, but so can misery. I went to bed last night and read for a bit, and then fell asleep sometime around midnight. Jack got me up at around 7:30am to pee, and then I had an extremely difficult time getting out of bed...the old pattern. I wake up grumpy and sore and think "if I can just sleep for a few minutes more..." blah, blah, blah. But I don't sleep. My brain races and I get to feeling guilty for staying in bed, and thus grumpier (and more sore from staying in the same position). What the hell is wrong with me? I want to WANT to get up early, and take full advantage of the day. Maybe I need to be hypnotized...
Once I got started I was raring to go. Had some coffee, left for my 1st dog walk (and had a great time w/ the pups), hung out at a coffee shop across from Eastern State Penitentiary, met with my chiropractor, shot over to the art museum to check out the George Inness exhibit for a bit, went to my 2nd dog walk, hit the gym, took Jack to the park (and had a lovely conversation with Dee), picked up my salad from Couch Tomato (yummy), coaxed Jack to eat a bit, and am now sitting here eating and getting ready to watch Justified. A pretty full day for someone unemployed, eh? But if I can get my ass out of bed earlier I'd be a happier chicken. What started as a poopie day is ending up as a good one, so good thing I know that my grumpy mood won't last long. I met a little 4 year-old girl in the park on one of my walks today who was a riot. She wanted to meet the pups I was walking and then proceeded to talk my ear off. So much personality for such a little soul. She said "If my parents loved me they would let me get a big dog to watch out for me" and "my daddy doesn't care about me...I can go wherever I want" - interesting coming from a little person.
Well, here's hoping that tomorrow starts earlier than today...