Observations made at 6:30 am on a Sunday morning on the way to work

I have a love/hate relationship with morning shifts. I really love getting off work at 11:45 am. But I hate getting up at 6:00 am, particularly at this time of the year when it is still dark as I am heading out. My cats look up at me from there warm spots on the bed, blink blearily and go back too sleep.

If the cats are too lazy to get up and beg for food, then it must be entirely too early to get up.

I think there is a cat living under the Yew bush in front of my front window. On Sunday morning as I staggered off to the bus stop I noticed a little trail of kitty foot prints leading in and out of the Yew bush. Poor Kitty. Must be cold.

A very light sprinkling of snow had fallen overnight and the fluffy new snow sparkled under the street lights. It made me smile despite lack of sleep.

When I got to work I realized I had put on two different socks. I don’t think I have ever done that before.

I hate mornings