The alarm went off early, much earlier than you normally would have set it for a Saturday, and despite the great urge to do otherwise you didn’t hit the snooze button. Awake but not quite ready to move, you yawned and stretched and blinked your eyes a few times so they could adjust to the lack of light in the room. The only reason anything was visible at all was due to the warm glow of a nearby street light filtering through the blinds. The sun was still hours away from taking its first steps of the day into the sky.
As you lay contemplating a shower and some breakfast you were thankful you had decided to pack the car the night before because you certainly didn’t feel like having to do that at the moment. Adventure was calling and you wanted to race out to meet it. The excitement of the day, having drawn to a crescendo, became too much to stay idle. You kicked off the covers and jumped into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, scrubbed clean except for a tiny amount of sleep in your left eye, and seared from the scalding hot water, you toweled off, threw on the out fit you had set out before bed the night before and ventured into the kitchen to make a quick meal. Two fried eggs, a piece of toast, and a banana, washed down with some orange juice, later and you tossed the dirty dishes into the sink to deal with when you returned.
The minutes were passing faster than you had expected and you were anxious to be on your way. A return to the bathroom to brush your teeth was followed by a quick run through of the bedroom to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Then, keys in hand, you were locking the doors and headed to the garage. The door opened, the car started, and you pulled out, ready for another grand adventure, ready to be on your way to …