Good God. It's morning.

It's 7:01 on a monday morning, second day of my third term in college. I'm eating cooling peaches and cream oatmeal and my hair is the longest it's been in upwards of seven years. I'm calming (slowly, in my own time and way) because I know that with our next check each, the boy and I will be able to pay off the bills we had to let sit this time around as well as a few we let slide a month or two, becuase we couldn't pay them. And, we'll have enough money leftover to make it through to the paycheck after that fairly easily. (Not and have play-money for junk and fun and stuff, but that's ok. That will come.)

I'm uneasy despite the calming because I took a look at all the reading I'll have to do just for phase one of my two new classes and, well, it's a whole friggin' lot of reading. Unless I'm routinely stayong up till midnight or later, I don't know how I'll read it all and research and attend four-days-a-week, hour-long chats and pull all the information read and researched into any semblance of A-worthy assignments, and not fall asleep or go on a rampage at work.

I'm a little curious, a little cautious, a little nervous, and at the same time I know damn well that this is how each term starts and everything will be ok, as it always is. Which makes me fell a bit overdramatic with the worrying, but as Mama Wren reminded me not too long ago, I've always been a worrier, even when I was a wee one who "woowied" about a gift for my grandfather (was it father's day? his birthday? I don't know; I was like, four or something.)

It's 7:10 on a monday morning, and I'm a bit exasperated that, yes, I'm your typical Cancer, moods and worries and all.

But, it will be ok. It always is. (See? Typical.) Thirty minutes from now I'll be sipping hot coffee (thank you mom!!!) and will probably be engrossed in some other wild mood than this, happy or sad or angry or giggly or actively non-chalant. And no, I'm not really a pessimist, Or at least not always. Just usually in the mornings.

It's all in a day's work, I suppose. Good morning, all.

When the optimist wakes up, they smile and say, "Good morning, God!" When the pessimist wakes up, they grumble, "Good God. It's morning."