I’m an early riser. I guess it was ingrained in me from my youth. My parents were sticklers for punctuality. They expected my brother and me to be at the breakfast table when Mother brought the biscuits from the oven to the table with the sausage or bacon and eggs. He expected us to be ready to go to work with him as soon as he finished his breakfast and put on his work boots. And he expected us to get our jobs done when they were supposed to be done on the job site. I guess

I guess, based on the dates of those various special days, that someone wants you to read the book before you buy it. It’s usually the other way around. Few books are so good that, once you’ve borrowed and read them–or read them while sitting in a book store’s coffee shop–you’ll then go and buy the already-read book. That’s sort of like buying a coloring book that’s already been colored in. And since we’re talking special days, September 5 was “Be-Late-for-Something Day.” I n