I woke on the deck at 3:00 AM, and headed upstairs to my bedroom.
I woke again at 8:15 AM, hearing the rain showers outside my window.
The deck has been my solace for this morning, and I know the busyness of the day is about to begin. My neighbor boy, Gabriel, will be coming over at 11 AM to help G and I continue the process of getting his bedroom settled.
Between a slight sinus infection, and continued mental fatigue, I feel as though I’m functioning on minimal energy.
The dogs appear to be experiencing some sort of transition anxiety. They no longer have access to the room that, for the past three years, has been there hang out. The house is an obstacle course of items to find new locations, and I’m hoping that once it is completed the dogs will bounce back. Chief seems to be the most affected.
I would prefer to remain here in my chase lounge on the deck. I’m enjoying the familiar voices from Mayberry, and chuckling at Andy Taylor lecturing Opie not wasting food. Apparently, Opie is still not a teenager!
On with the day…