I need my sleep. Lots more than other people it seems, at least nine good hours. Needless to say, I am not a morning person. I would be most happy and energetic of a day if I had slept until noon. I wouldn't have left the house until after a good cup of coffee, some sort of sweet breakfast, and an hour or two online. This was my routine for a good three years, until three weeks ago.
Boy have the beginnings to my days changed.
Now I wake up to a cute shmooshable puppy sticking her nose right up to mine and giving me a not-too-slobbery lick. I now wake up every single morning with a laugh
and a bound out of bed, because that puppy has got a lot of business to do!
So I leave the puppy on the bed where, so far, she has not had one single accident, while I put on my boots, find the flashlight (depending on just how early it is), check my pockets to make sure I have treats, and out we go, often accompanied by my cats Patches and Freddy, for a sweet morning walk into my tiny back yard, where Hazel promptly pees and poops.
Back into the house with us all (for real, those cats follow me they want their breakfast) for that cup of coffee, that something sweet, and that hour or two online.
Now that I've got this down in writing, I think I will switch up my morning routine to more time outside during those dawn hours when it is so quiet and beautiful I feel like I have stepped into a different world.
This is my entry to 
