A lot of strange things happen in my house in the wee morning. Sober stumbling and wall bumping on the way to the kitchen - a daily occurrence. Oatmeal in the coffee cup, coffee in the bowl - happens a fair amount of the time. Standing in the middle of the room, slack-jawed, while waiting for a synapse to fire - happens all the time.
The hard water has condemned another coffee maker to a half hour to brew brown water.
Winter and a faulty garage door have brought in mice for the cats to play with and for me to find in corpse form in unsavory stiffness as the sun attempts to rise.
A new experience, and one in keeping with the season, is pouring eggnog over the cereal. Not tasty.
Is it no wonder I prefer a nocturnal life?
2 comments:
What kind of cereal was it?
Triple Berry Cheerios! What a noxious color the whole thing produced!
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