5.20.15 Tumbling, Pretending, Hoping

At least the young cat avoided a mishap earlier than 4:30, I kept telling myself, when she sent the white bowl, full of nourishing dried fruits and nuts and all, crashing to the kitchen floor. 

At least it wasn't the glass vase, I thought to myself, that at the last minute last night I moved to the counter, for what a dangerous mess that would have been. 
Still, It WAS 4:30, I grumbled, as I got out of bed to stealthily move dog gates to avoid lacerated paws, and then tumbled back into bed, pretending and hoping I would sink back, as I gathered the quilt about me and burrowed in. Too too early to begin another day.

Only to lie there, quietly and happily burrowed, as the hopeful pup brought noisy toys that I hid beneath the covers, and then licked me til I acquiesced and brought him out into the bright new day, the clouds all pinked and oranged in the brisk cool dawn.