|She looks hungry, don't you think?|
I am up with the chickens every morning, even on weekends. I don't have any chickens but if I did, we'd be sharing sunrises together. I realize I've already written about mornings in a previous post, Who's To Blame. The thing is just the other night, I had every intention of trying to switch my writing to evenings but I'm finding it very difficult. I wake up with stuff on my mind and it has to go somewhere.
Most mornings I get up and turn on the coffee pot. I let Missy out and fill her food dish and change her water. Sometimes she'll eat her food so fast that the next time I look at her dish, I start to question whether or not I have already fed her. She always has this look on her face like, "you forgot to feed me". I have major guilt issues about that. My dog is too fat and I worry I haven't fed her enough. I seriously need therapy.
Sometimes I toodle around until the coffee pot finishes, grab a cup and head to the computer or sometimes the light box. Lately, it's been the computer more times than not. Now, I have a treadmill that I'm incorporating into my morning schedule, which is where I need to be right this moment.
Here's my To-Do list for today:
Go for a drive
Shoot some photos
Make something fabulous for a late lunch(maybe something for later too, see Green Jello)
Attend Kristina's birthday party tonight!
Gotta go! It's going to be a beautiful day!