Good morning, my little rays of sunshine.
Or at least I wish it was a good morning. I have no song in my heart. No gleam in my eye. And there is definitely no peace in my soul.
HERE IS WHY.
The following explains my morning so far. Let me warn you that currently I’m not at my happiest. Kind of snarly.
First, at 6:00 a.m. Zen-Den’s phone alarm chimed to inform him, and me be default, that is it was time for him, not me, to get up to face the day. This is normal noise that I look forward to not hearing once he retires, something he claims will happen in September, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
He got up, but I snuggled under the covers to
contemplate arising to meet the day at this awful hour continue sleeping, as one does.
THIS WAS NOT MEANT TO BE.
At 6:14 a.m. his phone started blaring its alert signal. Yes, that horn sound went off, loudly, as if all heck had broken lose. Z-D was in the shower, didn’t hear the alert signal, so I reluctantly got up to find out what the emergency was all about.
It was that an elderly woman had wandered away from a home on a street near here. She was only wearing a light top and jammies bottoms, which considering the cold temps, is dangerous. Be on the lookout for her, so I will be.
Clearly at this point I was awake so I decided to go downstairs and make a pot of coffee. This is my usual morning routine, just maybe not this early, but whatever.
I can adapt.
I can be useful.
I can sip coffee and mutter quietly in the corner.
THAT, SADLY, DID NOT HAPPEN.
You see, I brewed the coffee without any trouble but as I sat there in the semi-darkness caffeinating myself with said coffee I heard a noise. A noise that can only mean one thing. One lousy, awful, undoubtedly expensive thing.
The noise was the desperate sound of an animal trapped inside the house, probably in the attic or maybe in the walls, who was, and still is, scraping, pawing, flaying itself around in an attempt to escape from the inside our house.
WHERE IT SHOULD NOT BE.
And on that note of irritation I shall end this post. Trying to not hear the noise that is going on over my head. Trying to not be distressed by the events thus far on this ill-fated Friday morning.
Hoping that you, my little rays of sunshine, have something positive to tell me about your day. Distract me, please.