Why, hello there, morning. I can't say I am happy to see you again. You always seem to sneak up on me when I least expect it and am completely unprepared. Sometimes you aren't so bad, especially in the summer, when the sun has already risen by the time I face you, but typically, you just make me really cranky. How do you take over my body and make me act like a completely irrational bitch? It's creepy. My husband doesn't appreciate it one bit. Please go away.