Joy in the morning

The great thing about my vintage clock radio is it gets WNED-FM better than any other radio in the house and this morning it woke us to Mozart's Clarinet Quintet.

Howard said, "This is sure a better way to wake up than the cell phone."

My old cell phone would do this shrill beeping that would get louder the longer you lay in bed.

Now here was this old 1970s clock radio with this music pouring out of it. I sat up in bed. The morning seemed magical. The snow, the brightness, the Mozart.

The music made me dreamy and after I got up I drifted around the room doing this and that while the Mozart played. I put clothes away. Stared out the window. There is a pile of Leonard Pennario records and I picked up some of them and put them back down.

La la la la la la la.

The Larghetto came on and I love that and had to listen to that.

Subsequently though I did make it to church on time I was late for the Rosary. I just could not get my rear in gear as the Buffalo saying goes. But you know what, I think God and all the saints and angels understood.

I think Mozart is a good excuse!