The dogs were both making noises that suggested whatever they consumed the previous day was about to make a reappearance. We had had a party and in additional to all the cheese and crackers they gobbled off the floor there was probably some small plastic toys and paper products that went down their gullets. With these background noises I checked my clock, 5:30am. Then I checked Facebook and Twitter and upon not feeling tired and the stomach grumblings growing like the sound of an incoming tide, waves crashing and all, I rose from bed.
It feels good to be awake at 5:30 on your birthday but also somewhat odd. Normally I am out of bed sometime between 5:30 and 6:30 but because it's my birthday I should be sleeping in. I should be resting after hanging one on at a huge party. I should be exhausted from spending the day skiing or boating or deep sea fishing, but I'm not. I had a great day and am the only one who can define those days.It feels good to be awake at 5:30 on your birthday. That the whole day is before you, ready to be filled like a blank page welcomes these words or racetrack begets a race car It's like the day has given me an extra hour as a gift, all I had to do was get out of bed. I like the extra hour to be alone. I get to read and write without distraction, major conveniences.
It feels good to be awake at 5:30 on your birthday even after taking the dogs outside to satiate whatever poltergeist lives in their stomachs. It means my life isn't empty, it's at least filled with two dogs. Those dogs only exist because of the wife and children who also are part of my life. The dogs symbolize relational satiety.
It feels good to be awake at 5:30 on your birthday.