Smell the Coffee

After pulling the late shift, suffering insomnia, and getting to bed around six, I woke less than a half-hour later to the exuberant singing of a bird. Rolling a pillow over my head, I’d barely set about grumbling to the Almighty, when the screen door of an alcoholic neighbor banged open violently. Moments later the sound of a pellet gun popped, and a short dismal tweet reminded me that others were having a much tougher morning.