This morning, as I was doing the blog update, Celia wrote a post about how her critter wakes her up at 6:45 on a Saturday morning.
Boy can I relate today.
I'm housesitting two dogs that are true creatures of habit. Their owners get up at 5 AM during the workweek, and the way that they woke me up this morning, on the weekends.
The guest room has no alarm clock, or rather, and alarm clock with the incorrect time. So I kept tossing and turning and waking up in anticipation for the golden retriever to trot into the guest room. Goldens are the canine version of morning people. At least they're more likable than morning people.
So the dog trots in at what I assume is 5 AM...and it turns out to be 4:43. I figured it was just as well that I got up, so I let them out to do their business, fed them, and let them out again.
I went back to bed at 5:30, only to be awakened again by Mr. Happy at 7:06. (This time I brought my cell phone up to bed with me, so I could at least know the time). I went back downstairs, let 'em out again, and decide to fall back asleep on the couch--which I did, till 10:00.
So right now I'm blogging while watching Travel Channel. I brought my current books, but I just don't feel like reading. There's not much for me to do right now, and I'm bored.
It's a lovely day, and there's porch furniture, but it's got plastic covering and I don't quite feel like pulling it off and putting it back on again.
Maybe I'll go shower now.
At least I'll feel somewhat productive.