This morning, at 6:37 (but who’s checking the clock?) my dog, Clooney, decided that I absolutely, positively needed to be awake.
He whimpered, he cried. He lead me to believe he really, really need to go out.
When I finally routed myself out of bed and was dressed in suitable “walking my dog before 7:00am on a Sunday morning clothes,” I found he had no real interest in going outside, he just wanted me to be awake. I walked him any way.
So my day got off to an uneven start. I was exhausted, yet there was no way I could sleep with my extremely vocal dog talking to me about all the reasons he did not want to be sleeping; so I cleaned the kitchen a little bit, did some internet related blog chores, and then, after the dog was done trying to engage the cat in a set-to, I drifted off to sleep.
An hour or so later, when I was finally awake for the day, I made a mental list of everything I wanted to crochet.
As usual, my list was over ambitious, but by the time the night was getting ready to fall on my crochet day, I had completed four cookies and gotten a good start on a fifth:
I am hoping (also as usual) that tomorrow my day will go more smoothly, that I will get more work done, and that I will have another exciting crochet adventure.