So sunrise came in through the bedroom window since the sun rises more southerly in wintertime. And first light is about ten minutes of 7:00. And Jenna and Tic had their morning game of tag at first light. Mr. Bladder, after having been emptied at 5 am, quickly refilled himself though I had returned to bed for a long winter’s nap. And Mr. Automatic Thermostat turned up the heat so that Snookums didn’t have to rise to a cold house. OK … I am awake and up. But nowhere is it written that I must like it.
But the coffee was ready, and a favorite cup was in the cupboard. I can manage that. Fill the cup, pad down to the studio and click through the morning’s emails and newsbytes. Today, tumblr® begins to protect me from inadvertent exposure to nipples. Good thing, I guess. Them things is dangerous! One friend was back on facebook after being in Zuckerman jail a month for tormenting a Muslim on a Christian/Muslim debate site.
Another friend makes an oblique comment about my lack of diligence on my journal site. It’s OK, though. She has permission. And hence this crabby little missive this morning.
It is an waffle day it is. But then, Sundays are always waffle.
OK … that the best I can do with a waffle pun …
Sunday is the day I make waffles. They are quick, tasty, and special. And best of all, Snook cleans up afterwards …
But now, a little catching up, a little peeping into your world, and coffee!