It’s on days like this, when the bright morning sun is peeking through the blinds and I can just make out the sound of birds singing in the back yard, that I tend to wake up before my alarm goes off. If I were a morning person I would embrace the glorious beauty of another blue sky day . . . but I’m not.  Instead I rub my eyes and drag myself out of bed.  As I’m pulling the covers up on my side, I look over at my husband who is snoring lightly because he doesn’t have to get up for two more hours, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s sleeping deep enough to not notice if I put my pillow over his face and held it down tight.  Hmm . . . I had better go make myself some coffee.