I had big plans to sleep in this morning. I figured I was good to, say, 6:30 a.m. at least. The Universe, however, had other plans. The phone rang. It only rang in my mind, but it's just as insistent there as it is in real life. The Universe's call is just one ring although I suspect it happened twice this morning. The first one was part of a dream. The second one was about 20 minutes later. It left no room for doubt. I tried to stay in bed anyway, but the best course of action when the Universe calls is to answer. That said, I love the mornings, especially this time of year. The air is fresh and cool and sweet, the birds are singing, the light is new though muted, and there is peace in my world no matter what else is going on around me. Perhaps the Universe wanted to remind me of this. Perhaps it's got something up its sleeve for later on. Whatever happens, I'm awake and ready for it. Anything similar ever happen to you?