Mornings

I’d been having trouble sleeping lately. I’m usually a morning person, but for the past week-ish “morning” has meant something like 3 am. Which is absurd, especially cause I’ve also been going to bed late. The other day, I woke up at 2:45 am, tried really hard to go back to sleep for a while, and then gave up and went and changed the oil on a car that needed it. At least when I’m being an insomniac, there’s plenty to do with my time.

I finally got my sleep back on track though, so I’m having more normal mornings. This morning, I woke up around 7 am, which is a totally reasonable hour in the summer. Jack, the Tupelo SLG representative who happens to be a cat, was hungry and wanting to be fed. He’s living outside right now (cause getting fleas in the house sucks), so I grabbed a book and a scoop of his food and headed out to feed him. While he ate, I defended him against one of the yard chickens who likes to try and steal his food. I keep a chicken whackin stick on the porch for this purpose. I don’t whack chickens, just…scare ‘em a little.

Anyway, once Jack was done eating, I put his leftovers into a little jar with a lid, so the chickens, ants, and possums don’t eat it. Me and others will feed him again throughout the day till the jar is empty. Then I sat on the bench on the porch and started reading my book. Jack jumped up on the bench and cleaned himself some, and then climbed into my lap and started purring. I pet him while reading and enjoying the birds singing and the sun rising through the trees.

This is my morning about 3-4 days a week. My life, it is pretty good, all things considered.