Mountains out of molehills
Just a few mornings ago I woke up still tired and groggy, sure that it was at least an hour before my usual wake up time. As I sat up in bed the tell-tale ache in my head and the stiffness in my neck screamed that my night was anything but restful.
I swung my feet over the side of the bed and began slowly stretching my neck – touching chin to chest and circling it first one way, then the other. Then I saw it. My alarm clock. 6 a.m.
Understand, as an early riser, 6 a.m. is late for me, and it meant that I could not enjoy a cup of coffee or even a long shower before heading in t...