I'm awake. At 7:30 on a Saturday morning.  It's not important why. TheHusbandsethisalarmfor6:00andIcouldn'tgobacktosleep. *clears throat* I'm awake.  I'd rather not be.  I'd rather be curled up in bed sound asleep next to my dozing husband.  Instead, I'm perched in the office chair with a quilt wrapped around me because it's chilly (and because I'm drinking the leftover chocolate shake I got last night).  My tailbone hurts. I'm awake , but I decided, as I climbed out of bed, searched for the drawer in our dark room, found an extra shirt to put on, and walked stealthily out of the bedroom, that I'm not going to be upset that I'm once again the only one awake this early.  I thought to myself:   I'm going to use this time wisely and not waste it. So, I checked email. And, I read a blog. Next, I finished up my Highlights post for Monday (except for the picture we'll take tomorrow before church). Then, people, I really got ...