I love mornings. Husband is half-asleep and adorable and defenseless, so I jump all over him and administer lots of cuddles (when he is fully awake, I can’t catch him because he moves too fast). I don’t have to fight anyone for the shower or bathroom mirror and have a choice of towel. I wander downstairs and put on coffee and listen to it gurgle a while. Then I go outside, take a deep sniff, wander down the drive, say hello to the trees, and check the mail. The day has so much POTENTIAL.
I’m not so fond of evenings. All that squandered potential *sigh!* Although it is quite agreeable when they look like this:
