KW 26/23

It's officially July (#half time), meaning 50% of the year have already been and gone and I'll fear it'll be X-mas the day after tomorrow.
Its not even noon yet and I've already been up for a whole business day, before the rest of the world did even have its morning coffee.
This is worth mentioning as until recently, the so-called "early-bird-life" seemed to me like a spawn of hell. I mean..who seriously chooses voluntarily to get up before 10 given the choice?
To me the early riser has always been a questionable figure that sparked as much excitement as a rice cracker. However...
NOW. Things changed. And I gotta admit, there is something quite captivating between 5- and 7am.
Perhaps the biggest benefit of this hour interval: There's still the possibility to exploit the full potential of the day. Nothing's lost (yet).
Then of course, everything is reasonably CALM. It's either that or I have turned deaf. I notice hardly any distracting noises, vehicles or humans, one has to avoid. Tourist-Trolley-Crowds are still asleep, as are breakfast halls and coffee shops. The emptiness on the streets makes me take a deep breath as if I'd just survived the apocalypse and for an instant I almost feel at peace with this rotten city.
The same seems to go for the morkie, who walks obediently besides me, as if he had never been "off-line"
However, the relief is short lived.

When returning home after 9, the day is practically over. First I have to groom the morkie, check his fur for ticks, sticks and all sort of rubbish. If I'm lucky this will be a matter of minutes...else it'll be like yesterday. An hour got lost in anal hygiene, in other words: cleaning his a**hole (FSK 18) And that's not all.
AFTER (that): (Despite being up 8 hours before noon) I gotta face the fact that I didn't cross "a thing" of my to do list. Actually I didn't even manage to compile the to do list. By this time my physical state resembles an old lady with hip-, back and joint problems who would be better off in a nursing home (need level 3)
I mean, I could really do with a break, like the morkie. But while he has time to rest (whenever he is not eating or having fun) I've got to get on with everything else that life commands (cleaning the dishes, load up the washing, grocery shopping (preferably before 10h)...replace the watch strap. not to mention "work to earn a living".

Through the open doors my tired eyes turn to the right, to ally with the unmade bed against me. Just give us a 2 minute break, I hear my swollen feet whine.
Just one more deep breath of cool air squeezing through the tilted window, my lungs beg. My ears don't trust the silence. Sounds flow in. Rustling of leaves, running water, doors slamming shut and suddenly a voice... singing (heartbreakingly intense) "Illusion never changed /Into something real /I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn / You're a little late / I'm already T-O-R-N"
And this pretty much sums up the week.