I didn't want to get up this morning.  So I slept in until 20 to 7.  If you had known me when I was a teenager you'd know just how different that is for me to get up so early ( I do know that early for me isn't early for others, and everyone has a different way to look at it.) and even in our early married life my habits were quite different.  Course then I stayed up much later too.  I tried hard during my mission to keep the appropriate mission routine, but I wasn't always successful and got caught sleeping in on several occasions by some district or zone leader.  Perhaps it is simply an old age thing, but I'd like to think that its because I'm wiser  now and not just older.  Anyway, I try to get to bed before 11 on late nights and earlier when I wear myself out earlier.  And getting into the office before 7:30 a.m. is my goal.  (Course my commute is so long that that requires some preparation.)  The first few hours are usual hectic because I'm trying to get stuff handled and ready for Richard or someone else.  Then usually Richard arrives with more work that has to be processed asap so he will have it to work that same day.  Some days I don't have the work until that morning.  That makes it hard to make any kind of real plans.  I like it when I am able to 'orchestrate' the days work on the day before, but it doesn't always happen that way.  I wonder if I could work for someone else after being my own boss for over 4 decades.  I did have a couple of short stints doing that early on.  But I made a choice.  I have to admit that on occasion I still wish for that other kind of life.  But I really don't believe that I could change now.  That was part of that fear that I wrote about just over 2 years when I had that mid-life employment crises.  I wondered if I could survive and find a real job, and if I could find one if I could survive and actual do it.  I have been so grateful that I did not have to find out.  I look at all of you and I see (and feel) your varied circumstances.  Some of you have been very lucky (blessed) and others of you have had real difficulty.  I am able to relate to both, because I have had both.  I wonder how things might have been different if I had chosen differently in any one of hundreds of opportunities that have come my way in 65 (almost) years. Is that a dream or a nightmare?