A quiet morning

I heard the charge controller click on this morning at 6:53 AM. Making electricity in bed is nice... I was laying in bed awake and thinking about what things I can do today. Maybe I'll go fishing again...

I'm up now. Everyone else is still in bed asleep. I've already had my shower and I have my cup of Mexican hot chocolate sitting on the table next to me. The Mexican hot chocolate has been a favorite of mine since I was in High School. My mom and I used to stop at Los Bagles in Arcata California on the way to school. I was frequently late for my first class - smelling of an everything bagel with cream cheese, lox, tomato, red onion and Larrupin mustard dill sauce. I would walk into class with just under a half cup of Mexican hot chocolate in hand - mostly due to the fact that it was so hot that it took nearly 20 minutes to cool down enough to drink - not that I didn't spend many a day with "cat tongue" anyway. I remember my first period report card saying something like 53 tardies, 25 absences and the comment "A pleasure to have in class". I honestly think that I might have made it to class before the first bell 2-3 times that year. I wish I had kept that report card... Those times riding to school with my mom are some of my favorite memories. We didn't talk a lot until after our bagel stop, but then we always managed to talk through mouths chewing and catch up. That was the only time I really had her all to myself. I also spent my learning permit time driving myself to the bagel shop in the mornings with my mom in the passenger seat. I nearly missed the turn to the bagel shop once - daydreaming about school, assignments, my girlfriend, fitting in, etc. - and screeched around the corner way too fast. There on the inside of the corner were 3 police cars at the local burger stand. My mom turned to them and gave them a "What are you going to do?" kind of look with her hands up in the air and then pointed at me grinning. They watched us go down the road a ways and then went back to eating their pastries. My mom never said a word about it to me...