Early to rise
Yesterday I write that my inner clock gets me up at 5 a.m. no matter what and this morning it was near 6:00. And it was light out. It was before official sunrise, but dawn had broken! In my defense, Karl threw up in the night and then asked to go out and we had a brief sortie down the driveway and back at 2:30 a.m. Usually, this kind of thing does not keep my inner clock from waking me, but this morning it did. And I would have slept later than 6, except for Bob. He needs his breakfast, you know, else he would waste away…
And that is probably the truth of my inner clock. If I don’t wake before Bob, Bob starts with a head nudge, then a paw tap, then a circumnavigation of my body. He weighs 19 pounds and manages to put all of his weight on one foot at a time as he walks all over me. If all of that doesn’t work he moves to my dresser which doubles as a nightstand and starts pushing stuff over the side.
When I heard him on the dresser this morning, I gave up and got up. My cell phone, the tv remote, a small weather/clock thing – none take kindly to the three foot drop to the hardwood floor.
Bob eats a bit of his morning allotment, goes outside, does what needs to be done and then comes in and goes back to bed.
Who runs this operation, anyway???
