Morning woes

My morning started sometime at 4 am, when I woke up with the most intense heartburn. It must have been the Whopper from last night not entirely agreeing with me. I was laying in bed contemplating on life. My body was restless. The type of restlessness you feel when you are waiting for something good. Like Santa Clause is about to appear, or minutes before a performance. It was like little electric currents were shooting off at random, making various body parts twist of spasms.  Eventually I heard the alarm clock of Victoria and although I had the urge to go downstairs and say good-morning, my body was rejecting every notion of it. I remained in bed, and when the door slammed shut I finally fell a sleep. An hour later the sound of the mixer was echoing through the house. I secretly begged not to be disturbed with a multi-vitamin shake, but when Reinout appeared in the door there was no turning back. The shake was great, but it brought back the heartburn. After another half an hour of wrestling with my sleep I gave up and jumped in the shower. I wish I could say it did the trick, but alas. A slight headache yet remains, waiting to be cured by a couple of paracetamols when I get the energy to go downstairs. In an hour Victoria is home from school and luckily she will kick me into action as I have promised to take her out for lunch.