The dog has taken to walking up 2 or 3 stairs, milling about there in a confused fashion until I get up and turn lights on so she can get down… She starts this process around 3am. This does not excite me and I'm sure she doesn't understand why I'm more grumpy than usual when I first wake up.* If not for the fact that I went to bed early last night I might be wearing new fuzzy slippers. Somehow this dog does not want me to get more than 6 hours of sleep on a week day.
Enough griping about my dog. Last night I went for a walk. Afte the wind and rain of the weekend it was gloriously sunny and perfect weather, not too hot and not too cool. Perfect. Which is also a sign that fall is near and I'll be wearing a parka before too long. Sigh.
*Have I ever mentioned I'm not a morning person?