Alarms start blaring all over the house. Apparently it’s wake up time. But since it’s winter, and the mornings are dark and cold, we all remain tucked in. Me downstairs on the sofa with the snuggliest of blankets and my computer. Missing a hot cup of coffee. We’re all out of beans.
As a replacement, I’m taking Dr. Oz’s advice–via my mother– to drink a glass of hot water with lemon and Tabasco in the morning. Maybe flushing out those pesky liver toxins will turn me into a superhuman, gettin’-things-done-around-here machine.
The elixir is hot and the Tabasco adds to the heat. Not bad. I hope my liver appreciates it. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to help the glaze over my eyes. The clouds in my head. I might need coffee afterall.
My wee ones are hidden under their covers, while my husband has thrown himself on top of ours. Either he pressed snooze or the alarm gave up on him. The house is filled with silence, again.
Why is it so hard to get out of bed some days? Winter isn’t, necessarily, hard here. We don’t get buckets of snow and ice. Nothing fun to play in or shape. Our winters test a soul. The sky is a permanent shade of grey and the ground is permanently wet. Night comes quickly and lingers longer than in summer months. You’ll wake up in the dark and come home in the dark. I’ve met many an import who couldn’t handle it. Too bleak, they say. Too depressing. And me? I’m born and buttered here. This is what I know. But I can’t pretend that my energy doesn’t take a dip during these dark months.
Here, Mother Nature forces you to slow down and hibernate. She wants you to notice the changes in life. The highs and the lows. Find comfort in change. She’s testing you. It’s easy to go through life when it’s sunny all of the time. But how will you perform during dark times?
Perhaps that’s why us Seattleites are obsessed with coffee. A bright cup of liquid motivation. Thank you, tropical growers, for keeping up the supply and allowing us this indulgence. It’s very appreciated! I think now I’d better go get some. Soon the troops will be up and I’ll need to kick into superhuman speed.
Good morning, world! How’s your liver feeling?