Of the morning come and slowly going

Say one thing about me, say I love a morning nap.

A morning nap? One might ask. A prudent question too.. but as you are aware, for I haven't failed to mention it, in fact I've mentioned it several times in one too many morning posts that I have a filthy habit of going back to sleep after waking up in the wee dark cold hours of morning to pack lunch and fix breakfast.
A habit I had steadily begun to avoid only to relapse into. A falling off the wagon you see.

At the beginning of this week I had in fact stopped waking up altogether, as I was in the vengeful grips of an enraged allergy which has now thankfully abated to a restful recuperative stance.
I'm not a 100%, and it'll be a few days until I'll be my happy prancing self again, but until then this will suffice.
Of course with the getting healthier aspect came the loud clang of piled up chores that were lurking around the corner, waiting to bash my head in, and bashed in it did get; which brings me to the main point, that of a morning nap.

After the dutiful completion of dusk coloured twilight chores, one is resigned to a state of emptiness, a sort of void that usually comes as an added tumour to severely cold mornings and these are just the kind of moments I'd rather ignore, thus initiating a prompt retreat into still warm folds of my bedding, where I embed myself like a termite inside a wooden wall and do a bit of eye lid shutting.
Sometimes I sleep deep, sometimes I just lie down refusing to acknowledge wakefulness and usually get up when morning is officially announced.
Now this is a habit I was trying to break and one in which I find myself mired like an addict.

Apart from whatever perks of an elongated day that a dismissal of morning nap could provide I see few reasons to cancel this habit, but cancel I must, because an elongated day, one that starts from before 6:00am can be rather beneficial (or so I suppose)

Imagine all the fun chores I could squeeze in. The laundry, the vacuuming, the dusting, the dozen deaths wrought on by a mindless murder spree. Ah, how fun.

Next week I say, and let's see if I can keep up to these alleged promises.

Now hunting for my will power.