Wednesday, May 1, 2013
This morning I had to go in to work early because I am needed. It's nice to be needed. Sacrificing sleep for to serve the needs of others is okay. Anyway, it's really too bad more people don't get to experience the pre-dawn hours of the day. It's quite beautiful. When I'm moving about in the cold, dark, early world I feel alone and isolated, but I feel like I'm operating within a secret hour. When I'm up that early I feel like I discovered a secret, hidden door behind the bookcase that leads to delicious hot dogs. Hot dogs made right - straight out of Chicagoland. I would only tell a select few people about this secret door, too. So, remember the next time you see me... Jason might have a wonderful, amazing secret.
Posted by JC