Morning Routine

It's time to play catch up again here in journal land.

Rather than try and lump everything into one long update I'm going to postdate a few of the items so they line up with my calendar.

It is Wednesday morning and I'm looking out the window at grass in dire need of mowing. If I wait much longer it will need bailing. It is still wet from rain yesterday afternoon and, if I'm lucky, it will start raining again this morning to give me a good excuse for ignoring it one more day. The blue sky overhead doesn't seem to be cooperating though.

Today started they way every day does when I'm home: I walk out of the bedroom somewhere between 6:30 and 7am to the immediate sound of our cat Tiger Lilly. The moment the door opens she stretches, lets out a meow that is surely saying "I need attention now," and skitters into the kitchen. I generally tell her to let me start some coffee first which must seem to take a lifetime for her. By the time I'm pouring water into the coffee maker she's standing on her hind legs reaching up and tapping me on the leg with her claw-less front paws.

She generally belts out a couple more complaints as we walk toward the pantry door where I get her a morning cat treat. Almost on cue I hear a scratch down the hall where our dog, Hershey has awakened to the sound of the pantry door after sleeping in my daughter Missy's room.

Hershey has to make a quick trip outside in the morning which she usually accomplishes in 30 seconds or less and then reappears at the door smiling and expecting her morning dog treat. I know I'm anthropomorphizing, but she heads straight to the pantry door and looks confused if I don't ask her to do a couple of tricks and then give her the treat which she usually eats on her dog bed.

This morning Hershey and I headed to the living room where I plan to get some writing done before everyone else gets up - which is of course what I'm doing now. Hershey is in her designated chair, staring out the window, probably wondering when I'm going to mow. ¶ 8:06 AM