DH starts talking to the cat. Why? Because he’s awake and he’s been scolded for talking to me at that hour of the morning and waking me. Yeah, I know.
I’m awake now laying in bed and trying to ignore him in the livingroom watching TV, making coffee, banging around in an intense effort to be quiet.
The alarm goes off. I’ve tossed and turned for two hours for what? The sky is full of lightening. It’s thundering. It’s raining! No drizzle-fog-crap today. It’s a downpour. Good. The garden and trees need it. My vehicle can use the rinse. The guys can use a break today.
The only thing that could make this day better is being able to crawl back into bed. Oh, well… you can’t have everything…