Marine Fog

It’s the new term for my morning wakefulness – “Marine Fog.” Just a little hazy, but burning off by around 10 am and shining brightly after that.

My mother used to call upstairs on school mornings, “Up, up, up, up!” I assumed the four nods were to the four of us kids, and I assumed her cheerfulness was meant to give us some spark. I was always a slow-waker. Coffee must have been discovered solely for the purpose of jolting some of us into the day.

So, no, I am not in the saltwater spa with the champagne or the coffee. I am at the kitchen table, with that insidious “to-do” list creeping into my thoughts. It might have to wait one more day as my brain begins to jostle to wakefulness and the horizon becomes a little more focused.