I don’t like to sleep in. I don’t know why that is. In general, I’m an early riser. And when I wake up, I like to get up. Get moving. Already this morning I’ve cleaned the litter box, taken Snickers the Wonder Dog on a walk in the drizzle, fed the animals, and sat down to read the newspaper. It’s a dark, gray morning here and not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse. (Snickers and Benny went back upstairs after they ate to go back to sleep. Benny, I’m sure, is under the down comforter with Sheryl, and Snickers is, I’m sure, stretched out on the bed. What a life.
I love it when it’s quiet like this. It’s easy like Sunday morning. I think I’ll take a nap later when everyone is up and moving.



