I’m feeling particularly ready this morning. Ready for what–I don’t really know. I got up a little early and had plenty of time to go through my routine. Rather, I should say our routine, since Petey is the keeper of order around here. I could easily get up, drink coffee, watch the news, take a shower, check my email in any order and still manage to get at least most of it done. But with Petey, well, I can’t get away with that. So this morning we did the regular stuff, including a training session in the rain (which completely ruined any possibility of a good hair day) and, in lieu of a quick bowl of Grape Nuts, French toast (made with the way-too-dense molasses oatmeal bread I made on Sunday).
And now there’s a little time left over for screwing around, sipping my coffee a little slower (problem is it’s getting cold) and postponing the commute just a little longer.
Oh, one little PSA before I go: in my mailbox right now sits a Netfix film–The Puffy Couch. I managed to sit through 53 minutes of it last night before I gave up. It sucks. Don’t watch it. Trust me.