I am up early this cold, still winter morning and it was my choice, not a have-to. A lot has changed since last March – I retired from teaching, then became a widow. So I no longer need to arise early, but as my family always quotes, “Our dad was a milkman, so we have the wake-up early gene!” I am nervous about this challenge. I no longer have many of my inspirational occasions – marital ups and downs, that long drive to school, my students, colleagues and their antics, the rant of daily life and the harried rush to get it all done. There are not so many excuses. I pull myself away from books, puzzles, tv and mesmerizing web surfing to join this community of writers.