After planning carefully for all of 5 minutes yesterday night, I got up early today.
At first, the thought was "Fuck it, I'm going back to sleep".
Then my dog started to wail.
That's how my day started: taking the dog out for the morning potty break.
By the time I entered my house, I was fresh.
Cooked and ate a healthy breakfast, washed clothes, cleaned kitchen, even wrote quite a few pages.
Reached office before my usual time, too.
One small act of insignificance has snowballed into a good day.
Hope my dog wails again tomorrow morning too.