What Makes Me Get Up

What makes me get up is the strongest coffee cup, and the enthusiasm to live a full day: either indoor to write, or outside to play. Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly, sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola; junk food won't harm my body if used moderately... is there a sunnier, warmer place than California? What wakes me up is the noise of a robin tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak; if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain, hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek. Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man... choose North or South, snow or sunshine? Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian. Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich, or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne? My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach... you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.