Mondays suck, but the Monday after Daylight Savings seems to be even worse. Not that I’m complaining. I love that extra hour of daylight at night. It means I can run after work outside alone and STILL drive home before it gets dark.
It means I can get home after work and cook on the grill if I so choose.
It means even if I had to go straight home after work for some reason, I could still get in a run outside.
You get the picture.
So this morning, after Dennis left for an early training class, I woke up to this:
He was sitting politely right next to the bed making these little squeeks (instead of really loud meows) trying to wake me up…almost like he knew I was sleeping and didn’t want to be rude. How could you get mad at this face?