Ever have one of those mornings when even the cat has her hooks into you? I mean it’s not even 6:00 in the morning and the day is already all about getting stuff done, and done fast.
“Raining outside? Oh, that’s okay, use an umbrella to go out and get me my latte!,” say’s he who wants desperately to be obeyed.
Yep, one of *those* mornings where only the premium flaked cat food will do.
My answer other than to take care of the “damn” nonsense of life including lattes in the rain and the last round of studying for my daughter’s make-up science test, always goes back to freezing time for my morning something. Today that means the daily write and sun salutations and the occasional foray into a tap dance, say in the elevator of where I work where the acoustics make my taps sound perfect.
And later, say at lunch time, I’ll tune out for a few on my iPad and have a think about something other than coming home to sort the laundry.