Today was one of those mornings where you wake up and you long to be 3 years old again, without a care in the world, except for maybe which superhero underwear you were going to wear that day. I did not want to get up and shower. I did not want to brush my hair and put on make-up or try and coordinate an outfit. I did not want to mess with my mental t0-do list of house chores and yard projects. I did not want to get in the car and drive to work. Remember when you just got up, mom had breakfast waiting, or you could have cold cereal or a pop-tart, and then you could wear anything thing you wanted. It didn't have to match or be right-side out or facing the right way. Cowboy boots and gym shorts were just fine and out the door you went with a butterfly net to discover the world of mud tunnels and minnows. Then when you were hungry again...what do ya know? Mom had more food waiting for you inside. All that was required of you was a quick rinse in the sink. Those were the days.