Good Morning

It's just about 6 am. I have nothing to do. Well, that's really not true...I could do dishes or laundry but I don't want to. I could also watch TV, but I don't want to do that either. Morning news is so boooorrrring. Except for that Tracy Butler...love her...and GMA, but it's too early for them.

I would love to be sleeping. Lucy is. But that's why I am awake. Last night she made it all of the way. No waking, not even a stir. So did I. Slept right through. I would have considered the evening a success, except I was up at 5ish and she is still in bed.

You may wonder why I am out of bed when she is not.

There is one simple answer.

Turbo.

The butthole was up at 3, for no reason other than he was convinced in his slumber that Otis had stolen some bread off the counter (a new thing he started doing around here to welcome Lucy to the family). By the time he was awake enough to get ready for work, he was bored too.

So he woke me up. Just wanted to say good morning, make sure I'd take his suit to the cleaners, help him pick out a tie for the wedding (in 2.5 weeks), discuss when we would get an oil change, what my plans are for the day. You know, all of those things we do every morning before he goes to work.

That brings me to here. Awake for no reason. Bored. Alone. Already checked my email. Almost done with the blogger thing. Through my first cup of coffee.

Maybe I'll check in with Tracy. I'm sure Roz has a funny story about the traffic. I bet Hosea & Judy are up to some wild and crazy morning shenanigans.

Maybe I'll go pinch Lucy.