I opened my eyes this
I opened my eyes this morning to a little black nose and warm puffs of air blowing on my face. Éclair's body is the perfect size such that when she sits next to my bed, her chin rests upon the edge of my bed without her having to scrunch down or stretch up at all. She didn't make a sound and even though my face was right there at the edge, she resisted the urge to lick my face to disturb me. She just watched daddy sleep... patiently waiting for me to get up and let her go outside to pee. As soon as she realized I was awake, Penny jumped off the bed and ran into the master bath... crying the entire way. She sits by the sink and meows until I come and turn the faucet on so she can drink from the running water. It's like a morning routine... sorta. I had a hard time waking up this morning. I read myself to sleep last night, so I'm unsure of the exact hour I departed consciousness, but it was late... I think... anyhoo, I was sluggish and still hurting from my bike wreck two days before. It took an inordinate amount of time to pack my backpack this morning. It was like my mind was somewhere else. I even left my belt on the chair in my room... which means I have to go to Foleys this morning and buy a new belt because I can not stand it when people wear a shirt tucked in without a belt... especially me. I just can't make it through the day... because normally, that would never happen. My ride in was cold and windy. I usually ride in shorts and a tank top style shirt... something loose. Today it was sweats. I chuckled to (and at) myself along the way because I see other riders in color coordinated, branded, and fancy bicycling apparel... they look spiffy... they look the part. I dress for functionality and comfort when it comes to exercise/outdoors activity... just call me hobo banquet. I certainly didn't look fuck all the trend today. Recently I have stopped filling my commute with MP3's in favor of the ambient. I think a lot more when I'm not considering the music. The air was thick with pollution this morning. I felt sick twice along the way from fumes and smog being deeply inhaled as I slowly progressed on the urban assault that is my ride to work. Today, I'm looking for a sign. Anything... something... I want some sign that today is today for a reason.
heh. one of my cats does the same. even if I get up in the middle of the night, she’ll cry at the sink for me to turn on the tap.
lol… yeah, Penny has done that since she was old enough to jump on the counter by the sink.
My cat, Wirbu, does the same. So as she positions herself to drink, I turn on the faucet. Full blast.
It’s incredible how high she can jump!
my chocolate lab loves running water, too....but thankfully, she has never done that - somehow i think, a 70lb dog on my counter would not be a good idea.
Sam is still upset he missed his shot in The Flying Circus.
*sigh* I miss my dog.
On a non-animal note, it is weird how an activity changes when you stop doing it to music. No, not THAT activity. I was talking about when I dropped and- not surprisingly- broke my discman & started going running sans music. Now I actually think when I run, and it’s kind of cool.
What do you mean, missed my shot???
I am still developing my silly walk!
Just one morning I want Eclair to cry and cry to wake you up, and I want mattie to walk over to my bed and stare me awake.
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