This morning was hard. I didn’t want to wake up. I had to convince myself to listen to my alarm. I had to tell myself that yes, I do need to show up to work. I have to leave her and this warm bed for lumber and hard work. I wasn’t happy, but I did it. And I was greeted by a pretty sunrise and fog over the cornfields. It was a small little gift to try and make the day a little bit better.