The Time Of The Rising Sun

What is it about the sun rising over the horizon that made poets wax eloquent on the perfectly natural phenomenon? Any average kid would know that the sun is stationary and the Earth goes around it while spinning around its axis. And yet, some people like to romanticize it and make much ado about nothing.
Me? I would love nothing more than to remain curled up in bed than watch the sun rise over the horizon. What would please me even more is if the sun rose a few hours late every weekend and I didn't have folks come over in the mornings.
I bet some people would disagree and I agree to disagree with them amicably. I once heard the clichéd, "The early bird gets the worm." I would, however, like to point out that I am not a bird. Some people are bird-brained, I agree, but I am not one of them. And then again, I don't like worms. I bet they would wiggle all the way down to your stomach and wiggle some more. I already have a squeamish tummy and would not like to add more wiggle to it. No sir, no more than is necessary. The only worm I used to be interested in was the one that got on my tackle and landed me a big fish. But then it has been a while since I went fishing and right now I do not think I have what it takes to fish in lakes that are nothing more than large pools of brackish water.
So give me a nice evening followed by a nice night. All I want from the sun is to make my day by not showing up on weekends. Some people call themselves an owl. Me? I am just plain 'ol lazy on the weekends and would like nothing more than to sleep, eat, drink, and shoot in no particular order. Speaking of owl's, they like mice. I don't. Unless, of course, they are white and have adorable red eyes. Hmm, maybe I am thinking of rabbits.
So here I am. Its Saturday and I am writing this blog at 7.00 a.m. and totally outta my head. I got the sun in my eyes and right now you don't want to know what I think about anything. I can't sleep now that I am awake and I can't say I am awake either. I guess I know how a zombie feels or should I say unfeels.
Go crawl under your rock and leave mine alone...