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Now, I've never awoken softly in the gentle arms of a handsome lover. I've never awoken instantly at the touch of rosy dawn in a golden meadow. I've never even awoken pleasantly after a calming nap in a hammock. But I don't see how any of these options could surpass this morning's circumstances. There's just something about knowing that you're hours ahead of all your obligations, you don't have to pull the covers off and drag yourself into the shower, or throw together some breakfast. It's even better than sleeping: being awake when you know you've got time, with just a touch of drowsiness you know will pass. I caught snatches of unintelligible banter from the kitchen; Ben and Bryan howled at each other, and I could almost imagine I had brothers. Yawning, stretching, shifting with no intention of rising; these are the luxuries of Swift House couch on a Wednesday morning with ages to go before first class. And once the thought of a warm shower had become irresistible, I slunk my way fuzzily over to the bathroom, but they caught me with a bright "good morning" and refrained from making fun of my bedhead. And then made breakfast for all three of us while making fun of each other and mock-panicking about the lack of time they had. Admittedly, they still had yet to shower, but they made it to VW with wet hair and time to spare.
The day's other highlight, a makeup coaching with Tom, was an example of excellence. Tom's, mine, and Ben's. We went through the Rachmaninoff song I've got down for my recital, and--interpreted it. Very well. And kept improving. Ben had to go, but I kicked the recalcitrant Argentine songs into shape after he was gone, and Tom decided we're running half the program next time. It shall be exciting.
Other things happened, but Sports calls. I already did women's tennis, and I think only men's basketball and track are left, and maybe a football recruiting article, before it's done for good. And then there's news. But I have a deadline. So I'll get sleep. And half of my classes are cancelled tomorrow because of Clinton's speech, so I can sleep then if not tonight.
The day's other highlight, a makeup coaching with Tom, was an example of excellence. Tom's, mine, and Ben's. We went through the Rachmaninoff song I've got down for my recital, and--interpreted it. Very well. And kept improving. Ben had to go, but I kicked the recalcitrant Argentine songs into shape after he was gone, and Tom decided we're running half the program next time. It shall be exciting.
Other things happened, but Sports calls. I already did women's tennis, and I think only men's basketball and track are left, and maybe a football recruiting article, before it's done for good. And then there's news. But I have a deadline. So I'll get sleep. And half of my classes are cancelled tomorrow because of Clinton's speech, so I can sleep then if not tonight.