Morning Ambushed Me

I’m sitting at the kitchen table on this Christmas Eve morning, chatting with the Little Man and First Reader, patting the cat or the dog when they come within my arm’s reach. It is a pleasant sensation to be here, now, even if I did wake up far too early. I was out of bed, to be fair. The other day, I’d grabbed the WD-40 and hit the hinges of the bathroom door. I love having a master bath ensuite, but if it squeaks, it will wake your sleeping mate when you have to use it in the night. Having silenced the door, this morning I was effectively ambushed by the dog. It wasn’t that I haven’t been in the past. The dog is black. The carpet is dark brown with black flecks – a bit like freshly turned dirt – and without my glasses on, I’m 20/400. Fortunately the poor girl is dense and doesn’t mind the occasional toes in her side. And she will sleep right in the paths around the bed! 

This morning, though, she was more subtle. There was a loud squall as my foot found a rubbery object… Dog toy. Right at the step into the bathroom, where either of us would wind up hitting it on our way in. But that’s the beginning. On my way out, I stepped carefully. SQUEEK! She had left a second toy just a half step away from the first one. Sigh. I’m awake now! 

The First Reader rolled over. “You’re up early. Want coffee?” 

Yes. I did. And that, dear readers, is why I was awake at five am on Christmas Eve. My son was up and as soon as he knew we were up, he was champing at the bit to cook breakfast for all of us. We’re being fed sausage, scrambled eggs, and cinnamon rolls. For a fifteen-year-old boy, he cooks well. Ok, the cinnamon rolls are from a can. I need to teach him how to do scratch for the future. Or maybe not. We’ll all get fat!

 I’m doing this from my laptop because I thought I might treat today like a work-from-home day, and get a fair amount of writing and such done. Although if I can’t figure out promotion, I’m wondering if the writing has much of a point. 

And breakfast is being plated. I shall return… maybe not today, though! 

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