So I take a shower, dress, and come downstairs. Sometimes I make it past the living room into the kitchen. When that happens I usually put water on for tea, while waiting for the water to boil I empty the dishwasher. My mean, lovable cat is meowing for his breakfast, while trying to walk in and out of my ankles. I stop what I'm doing, fix it, and put it down for him, and what does he do? He smells it, puts his nose in the air and walks away.
I say to him " Too bad, buddy, that's all you get till you make it all gone." I walk away and fix my tea, take it to the dining room table, sit down and stare at - nothing - . My mind isn't together yet, can't look outside because it is still dark.
Sometimes when I come downstairs I go straight into the living room and plop on the couch, Deno will come over to be petted and I pet him and pet him until he has had enough. I'll turn on the TV softly or I'll put the computer on and find out what happened while I slept. That being done, I go around collecting all the empty dishes or glasses, gather the newspapers together and take it into the kitchen where I proceed to get the garbage together.
You have to remember, I have no where to go. I am on leave from work, and most days have no pressing appointments to keep. So why do I get up so early? It sure makes for a long day.
If I were going to work then yes, I would want to be up that early to get chores out of the way but the fact is I'm not, and I'm not planning on making bread or desserts either. My mind is not in functional mode for writing, so that is out of the question.
What I should do is get my arse out the door and go to daily Mass, but if I do that I miss seeing Ron before he leaves for work.
I guess it's what you call a no -win situation. Unless - you have some ideas you would like to share - - - - please feel free to do so.