Sunday, February 22, 2009

Seasoned Traveler

My daughter is such a seasoned traveler that I can forget she's a child.

We've taken many trips together across the country, and she's logged a couple hundred thousand air miles before age eight, an age at which I had never even flown. We were on the road (and in the air) again together last week.

While browsing magazines in the C Terminal at the Atlanta airport she says, "No time for that Dad. We've got to pop down to A terminal for some takeout before hopping the 57 at B-31. We board in twenty minutes and we've got a sweet zone number. Flight's overbooked so we can't take chances. Let's get moving!"

This while she was purchasing a novelization of the movie Igor with her debit card, which was declined.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Sleeping In

I slept in this morning for the first time in…I honestly don't recall. I awoke naturally, at 10 am, refreshed, my mind and body having slept without the daily interruption of the cursed alarm clock. My wife was hours gone, off to class, and I bolted out of bed to discover that my daughter, who has been know to rise at 5:30 in the morning on weekdays in order to watch cartoons on BOOM, was fast asleep.

She lumbered downstairs about an hour later, giving me time to enjoy a couple of cups of coffee.

We enjoyed a nice day of it: brunch, errands to the bank, the cleaners, the pharmacy, Starbucks.

I need to figure out a way to continue the run, waking naturally and rising not when my alarm clock tells me to, but when my body does.