The Morning Commute

She says:

I wake up each morning as Jeff is crawling out of bed.  I still have my eye mask on letting me believe its the middle of the night and so I go through denial, hoping Jeff is just getting up for a midnight potty run and I still have hours of sleep left.  But Jeff never gets up in the middle of the night, no denying it, its morning.  

I never admit that I am not a morning person, but when you lay out the fact of just how much I despise getting out of bed... the only reasonable conclusion is that the morning and I are not the best of friends.  So I lay there as Jeff gets ready, slowly succumbing to the morning and the duties that lay ahead.  As I hear Jeff close the "Condo" door and listen for the pitter pater of Moby's paws on the porch... it's my cue, it's time to get up.  

So I emerge from bed, minimize my morning routine to changing clothes, brushing teeth and throwing a winter hat on to hide my bed head.  I tell myself as soon as the clients get on George's boat you can go back to bed.  But right now, it's time for the morning commute, 20 paces to the Lodge and I'm at work!  I occasionally get slowed down by the morning doggie greeting, a little head petting and ear scratching for two Chesapeakes, a Mastiff and Moby, sure beats the 1.5 hour commute over the Tappan Zee Bridge.  

I go into the kitchen and pour myself a strong cup o' joe, I find I am drinking a good 3 - 5 cups a day up here, that can't be good for a person, but I think I will let it slide till I get into the routine a bit better.  Time to make some breakie, bacon and eggs, french toast, eggs benedict, pancakes... what's your fancy?  Thus far Jeff has been the breakfast man, he cooks up a mean over easy egg and so he tends to the griddle while I set the table and get all the other fixins set for breakfast.  

The clients slowly emerge from their cabins, stumbling into the kitchen, barely functional till they get their caffeine fix.  As we set up for breakfast I try to figure out which native plant will make the best garnish to accent today's eggs florentine??

By the time the clients have finished breakfast I'm consumed with what to make for dessert that evening and the other chores of the day.  That promise I made to myself to crawl back into bed as soon as the clients leave is a fleeting thought.  

Now I am dreaming of breads to bake, salads to marinate, hikes to take, kayaks to paddle and adventures to chase.  

The day is mine, be it in the kitchen or out on the frigid waters of Icy Bay...