The moon woke me about ten minutes ago. So full (well, just past full) and bright, there was apparently no way some measley window shades were going to keep it from prying my eyelids open.
Before I woke, I was roaming the forest. I don't recall now if I had excess amounts of fur, chasing down some hapless hiker, but it makes me wonder.
Damn though. Six in the morning on a Sunday? For a fence-sitting Agnostic? Just ain't right, I tell ya. I'm going (to try to go) back to bed.
Ludwig Van Beethoven, Symphonie No. 9 D-Minor 'Alla Gioia' - 1st Movement; Allegro Ma Non Troppo Un Poco Maestoso
Where are we going? And why are we in this handbasket?
2 comments:
Better than waking up to a kitten purring so loudly you swear your neighbors can hear it. Oh the number of dreams I've had involving a lawnmower, jackhammer, or obnoxious motorcycle, only to wake up with Mia's face about a half an inch away from my ear. Good morning babe :)
HOOOOOWWWWWLLLLL!!!
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