POETRY THURSDAY
I love sleeping in. In fact, ‘love’ is really not a strong enough word for the pleasure I derive from simply not having to get out of bed on any given morning. You can judge my enthusiasm for my job by the fact that I prefer to get up early each weekday morning to go do it rather than turning over, slapping the off button on the alarm with a flailing hand and burrowing back into my pillow. I’m not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, but I do believe in starting off each day on the...