Reflective this Saturday morning as I am sipping on my usual hot chocolate/swiss coffee mix. Please don't forget the whipped cream. Who cares if it's from a can and adds an extra 21 unnecessary calories. It is Saturday and I slept in. Well, I slept in until 7:30 a.m. Aging is apparent when sleeping in does not consist of rubbing ones bleary crusted over eyes, rolling over and glancing at a clock that reads 11:47 and groaning sounds of disappointment. No, instead it is waking up with a start, excited to see that you have not wasted most of the morning, feel well rested, and look forward to simplicity, such as coffee and pandora. Add job hunting to the list and my morning is set.

Good Morning.