No, not a morning person. That way from birth, evidently.
Many years ago now, I had a friend spend the night. This friend, unbeknownst to me, was not only a morning person, but she was a cheerful morning person.
So we got up the next morning. I'm sitting at the kitchen table like a bear jerked out of hibernation too early, and my friend is bopping around, and she had this chirpy bit going. Chirp, chirp, chirp.
After a couple of minutes of this, I fully opened my eyes and told her, "You are my best friend and I love you to death. But if you don't knock off this Susie Sunshine crap
right now, I'm going to get all those knives out of that butcher block over there on the counter and stick them in you!"
She laughed, because she knew I was joking. But she did stop chirping.
Anita