Where Does Morning Lie?

Over 34 miles...one way...should qualify for a road trip in my opinion. Multiple times a week, I make the 45-60+ minute (one way) drive to and from work. And (in cases like this weekend) when I am working a bunch of nights in a row, I often find myself earnestly longing after the morning of the last night. A morning which often takes quite a while in coming!

This stretch is a 5-in-a-row (five nights of 12ish hours each) with a paid-call night tacked on the front. It was originally a 6-in-a-row, but I was placed on paid-call the first night, which means I have to stay up and keep the phone close (though, the benefits of placing someone on call who lives so far away have yet to be determined). It's not a bother...other than the fact that I have now been on a night-rotation for going on 7 nights.  And that makes for some fun driving home attempts-to-keep-myself-awake!


Occasionally, I lose track of how many nights I've been working in a row...my remedy? I stop at Starbucks every morning after I get off work (except Fridays...long story) and get my tall hot chocolate with extra whip. Since I don't clean out my car until a day off, I can count the number of Starbucks cups and know how many nights I've worked. I know. Brilliant. Good thing Mr. Darcy has 10 cup holders!!

My favorite part of my long drive is the views...living in the Foothills has its benefits! Any time of year is a good time...seeing the mountains in the distance causes much reflection on the many Psalms which reference mountains.

My least favorite part of the drive is the horrible drivers...biggest pet peeve: if you want to drive slow, by all means, drive slow. But drive in the right hand lane! I am still working on perfecting my relaxation techniques in an effort to prevent an early stroke or other horrible blood pressure issues. :)

The title today is derived from the refrain of a song (which, coincidentally, is something that keeps me calm while driving). Check it out here. The last verse is particularly applicable as the singer questions those listening to "tell a little pilgrim where the place called 'morning' lies."

This tired night-shifter is ready to shift back to a normal person for a few days...but, can you tell me where morning lies? Could I see it from the mountains, or is it brought from famous countries of which I have never heard? If so, I will take my days off and go in search of the elusive morning...