{"id":5359,"date":"2013-09-09T08:52:25","date_gmt":"2013-09-09T14:52:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/macblaze.ca\/?p=5359"},"modified":"2013-09-09T08:52:59","modified_gmt":"2013-09-09T14:52:59","slug":"99","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/?p=5359","title":{"rendered":"9:9"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>9:9<\/p>\n<p>Gleaming blades of light piercing through windows and eyelids alike; an aching stiffness in the joints; the rumble and moan of the industrious ants of the colony and that thick and gooey muck that covered every lobe and crevasse in his tired brain: these were the things that morning brought.<\/p>\n<p>He hated mornings. Some people awoke refreshed and reinvigorated and more power to them. But he just woke feeling worse than he had when he fell asleep; nothing in the long list of things mornings brought had any appeal, not the least of which was the fact that in always meant he had to do it all over again.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s like a runners&#8217; high,&#8221; they&#8217;d tell him. &#8220;Wait for it, soon you will be bouncing out of bed and discovering that the early morning can be your most productive time!&#8221; Apparently if one just grasped the morning by the horns and dove into it, it would become the shangri-la of productivity and bliss. So far all he&#8217;d found was that if you tried to grasp morning by the horns you quickly found yourself facedown in wettest and most disgusting corner of the corral. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Try harder!&#8221; they&#8217;d say&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And it looked like this morning was not going to be the  breakthrough that those &#8216;morning people&#8217; kept promising. In fact, all indications were that this particular morning was going to be the poster child of of not-a-morning-person&#8217;s mornings; a veritable archetype of blech; the epitome of brain fuzzing, body aching, eye crusting, non sensical, pull the covers over your head and hide ante meridians.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gaargh! I hate mornings&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>9:9 Gleaming blades of light piercing through windows and eyelids alike; an aching stiffness in the joints; the rumble and moan of the industrious ants of the colony and that thick and gooey muck that covered every lobe and crevasse in his tired brain: these were the things that morning brought. He hated mornings. Some [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5359"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5359"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5359\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}