Hey, I’ve not written. I’m not apologizing this time; I’ve been so darned busy that it’s been a near impossibility. Hell, I should be writing a paper right this minute, but I’m not. Yeehaw. Procrastination – where have you been my whole life?
This morning I woke up at about 8:45am and was a wee-bit hung over from indulging in the deliciousness of Sweetwater Beer last night at the Atlanta Flying Disc Club’s end of season summer league party. (That’s a mouth full). I woke up, brushed my teeth, because I do that every morning, but when I’ve been drinking I feel like moths fly into my mouth and take up residence without my knowledge. Plus, it’s the worse, and most foul-smelling breath I know. Drinking does weird things to your body, people!
After brushing the moths from my mouth, I set up the coffee pot and got some orange juice, took two Excedrin Migraine pills and decided I would just go lay back down in bed with Jac while my coffee was brewing. I came back into the room, where he had (and he always does this) taken over my side of the bed after I leave it, and wiggled my way into the bed next to him. Both of the kittens happily jumping up into bed, too, since they aren’t allowed to sleep with me during the night, because they are restless snuggle monsters, and because I’m a cranky sleeper if I get woken up.
Ollie snuggled in up by my neck, Saria next to my belly and then Jac scooped me up and was sleeping with this head over mine and my whole body snuggled up in his. I fell asleep almost immediately and woke up about an hour later to both Ollie, and Jac, snoring in my ear. And I just thought to myself, this is what happiness is, and this is how it feels.