I got up very early this morning (6:00 AM is early for me these days), and stepping on no less than three dog toys with my bare feet, stumbled into the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror that is sometimes kept on the bar, propped up on the wall. I looked like a deranged rooster with my “bangs” sticking straight up and slightly to the right side of my head. (Thank you for those hot flashes I had during the night, Mother Nature, you old bitch.)
Then I scared myself half to death when I turned on the garbage disposal instead of the light over the sink. Don’t you hate when you do that? At least I was slightly more awake after that.
I poured myself a glass of iced coffee with half Starbucks Vanilla Latte in the can and half Starbucks Espresso Roast coffee I had made yesterday and refrigerated. I knew this was going to be a more-than-one- pot-of-iced-coffee day, so I made another full pot and set it off of the burner to cool. I grabbed my coffee and my daily banana and moved into my office and turned the computer on.
Barnaby soon comes into my office smelling fresh and clean like the Zest soap he loves to use. I turn my cheek up to him and he kisses me goodbye, smiling and saying, “I hope you plan on taking a shower today and fixing that hair. Love you. Bye.”
How sweet. I may have just grunted, or I may have said an unintelligible, “Love you too,” but I don’t remember which.
I drank my coffee and ate my banana as I read email and obsessively cleaned out my inbox and deleted everything from my junk mail folder, as I do every morning. By the time I’m finished with that, I’ve finished ¾ of my coffee and eaten my banana and I’m starting to wake up and feel more human.
It’s 7:23 now and time to get to work. Have a good one.