Morning person!

I love mornings. They're quiet, I have solitude, and I'm under no obligation to look even remotely cute. Still, when I've been up since somewhere between 5 and 6, I'm ready for some company when 9:00 rolls around. So I chastised my husband to quit sleeping until 11. Gradually start setting your alarm a little earlier, I advised. Unfortunately, now he rumbles out of bed at 7:10.

This is not ok.

My morning space is being encroached upon, and I can't complain now because he'll just start sleeping in again like one of those unemployed lumps you see on Judge Joe Brown. So my conundrum is answered by setting my own alarm even earlier. However much of a morning person I may be, there is a limit to what you can call "morning." I'm just going to have to hope that he doesn't go for any earlier times to rise, or I'm going to need a new bedtime of 7pm.

In other news, today is the day I kiss my AMCAS goodbye. I'm checking it over one last time, then sending it out to the powers that be. I don't think that I have agonized over anything to the extent that I am agonizing over this time-hungry process. After I click the submit button, I still have to recreate the whole thing for the osteopathic schools but trim my essay by 1000 characters. Don't even ask me how I'm going to do that, because I just don't know. All I want from all of this is one measly letter that shrugs and says, Ok. You're in.

Then the real fun/anguish/stress can start kicking in.