My wife and I have reached the age that when we wake, early in the morning for a 'nature call', that we find it hard to move. Gravity has taken over. Everything doesn't hurt but close to everything. For me, my sleep apnea machine has put me into about 6 hours of motionless sleep and my joints are frozen. On my way from the bathroom back to bed I must walk past my recliner in the living room. It calls my name as I go by, because the thought of having to arise again, from bed, is just too much of a burden for my brain.
This morning as I sat in the recliner, my blanket covering me, lights off, TV turned to NBC's Weekend Today, I got to thinking. If my Grandson, who was upstairs, came down right now, I would greet him with the normal voice reserved for children when you first see them in the morning. You say "Good MORNing". Making your voice go up an octave on the 'morn' part. And then I thought, you know, thats whats missing from most adult lives. Somewhere between birth and adulthood, people quit saying good MORNing in that delightful way. So there I sat and thought, if we were greeted like that, it would be an uplifting experience that just might change the whole day for the better. You would be ready for the dawning of something new. "THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE"!! I'll try it on Marilyn when she gets up.
Just then she got up, went to the bathroom, and with her eyes still closed she stumbled past me on the way to her recliner. On her entrance into the room, I said "good MORN ing". She fairly plopped down in her chair, pulled a blanket up to her chin and said, "Oh Bite me".
I've decided to go back to the grunt we've always used.