Some days have two beginnings. I got up at 5:30 this morning at the insistence of my fur kids . . . fed them . . . let them out . . . went back to bed to read.
Apparently "reading" is an activity misunderstood by dogs . . . well, one dog anyway."Hey Mom, aren't you getting up?""HEY MOM, aren't you GETTING UP?""Mom, if you don't get up, I'm going to take your new issue of Somerset Studios.""Or . . .""Wait. . .""I'm going to steal the remote control!""GET UP!""Mom, I would NEVER be bad like Atticus, but do you think you might want to pet me?"I give.