Racing the Sand

I tipped the little wooden hourglass on the breakfast table upright with both plush paws, watching a fine stream of turquoise sand begin to trickle through the glass neck. To see if I could outpace the falling grains, I did five quick morning stretches and two bouncy hops right across the ribbed placemat! Peeking back, the top bulb was barely half empty, leaving plenty of quiet time for three more eager toe-touches. Don't you think turning a tiny timer into a morning warm-up makes getting ready for the day twice as cheerful?