I'm up at the crack of 8:30 today. I don't know why exactly, but I think it has something to do with SOMEBODY throwing off his little sleeping mask, pounding his little paw on the bedroom window, and shouting "Will you silly birds PLEASE stop that incessant twittering!!!"
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Sheesh...and I thought he was a morning person.
So I'm in the cockpit ready to blast off for a fabulous Wednesday. We've got the damn good cup of coffee, the puzzles from this morning's paper, and our Bird in the Nest Zecca canvas to play with. Laundry is sorted amd started and if the stars align perfectly I just might clean the kitchen to within an inch of its life.
Or maybe not.
The lamdscape guys are here doing their thing and Bosco has been frantically pacing from the front door to the back to supervise. Just watching him makes me tired, but I'm counting it as my cardio for the day.
That's the Futzingday report, kids. I hope you are all well and safe and happy and in your own cockpit. Do something fun and exciting and come tell me all about it!
