I can relate to this. Me time in the morning is really precious. It's what I missed most in my teaching days when I was factoring in a run super-early in the mornings, packing lunches, and supervising breakfast. The pace was frenetic. By the time I got to work, I was wide awake and pumped for the day.

But where was the coffee? (It was instant in those days, so, so forgettable!).

This morning I woke at 6am. I could have turned over and tried for more sleep, but that first cup of brewed coffee was the drawcard, black with cream, whatever that is called … coffee, me, and quiet, just how I like it.