Waking up too early
It's all the cat's fault. Yowling his head off at 5:30 in the morning. Then again at seven. And going for three at ten. Each time I got up, paid attention, gave food gave water, even tried to bribe with milk (not really good for him but I need to sleep) too bad. He wanted out and about and that's all that mattered.I had an evil thought, is that the cat part or the male part driving him to make a total nuisance of himself? No matter. I am awake, if yawning, with the prospect of another twenty two hours of being up ahead of me, the last six spent being the nameless lady in the night who fills the airwaves with company and conversation side by side with music.
I think I'll make some pancakes, pour the syrup on and butter them to a golden gleam to suffocate my wakefulness with carbs and comfort, possible ticket to a two or three hour drowse that would tip the balance in my favour.
Besides, I like pancakes and have not had them for at least three months. Sounds like a plan! The cat? Perhaps I'll give him what he wants, I'll open the back door and let him out, the whole world his to play in. Only kidding. I think.