Good Morning

When did I turn into this morning person? I should be asleep since Crabby Abby is knocked out again. Instead I find myself doing dishes and planning the day. A big part of the planning involves washing all robes/shirts/dresses that have suspicious glistening spots near the shoulder. Bedtime is generally 9 PM, although last night I not only stayed up until nearly eleven, I also had some tequila and made popcorn. When did this become a good time?

Eh, life is good but this getting old thing is really throwing me a curve ball.