I beat my husband up almost every morning. Maybe I should explain. I usually get up about an hour earlier than he does. My alarm clock is set to Beep! Beep! Beep! It gets smacked into silence on about the third beep so I my spouse (bless his heart) can get his beauty sleep (I’ll just let that one go).
Sometimes –like this morning—DH gets up at some atrocious hour so he can be ready to go with his friends to stand on the side of a lake and catch fish. I don’t try to understand it. And he doesn’t try to understand some of the things I do. It just works better that way.
So instead of Beep! Beep! Beep! I set my alarm to the radio; anticipating a slow mellow musical wake-up. Here’s what I got:
Good morning! The temperature outside is twenty-seven degrees. The wind is gusting twenty to thirty miles per hour with a chance of snow. A tidal wave struck
overnight. Over a hundred are dead and scores are missing. Tornados have been reported in Indonesia Texas, Illinois and and severe weather is reported across the mid-west. Elections—blah—blah—Democrats—blah—blah—Republicans--mudslinging—more blah—blah. And then: Paul the psychic octopus, who correctly predicted the outcome of the world cup semi-finals, has died of natural causes. Wisconsin
Smack! My clock radio was silenced. I’ve decided Beep! Beep! Beep! Is much, much better than knowing the condition of the world before I get my eyes open and my feet on the floor.