Early morning reflections...

Eleven hours of sleep...sheer bliss. Too many of the four and five hour nights lately.

It's still unnerving when Calvin The Paw licks my ankle. We're in the kitchen, where I'm prepping his breakfast, while he supervises from the footstool next to my leg.

Last evening's party distracted his usual feeding routine, and he's quite anxious(--and I was asleep when he would have been doing his usual late-night snack lobbying).

Does that mean "hurry up, you're doing fine", or "go any slower and you'll do"?

Off to play with the posies...Its a beauuuutiful day in central PA!