So I have to leave the house to pick up my traveling mate at 5:30 this morning, so I set the alarm for 4:55, which seemed an overly reasonable time to get myself up, throw the last things I need into my bag, throw bags into the car, do a last minute check, etc etc. Ah, the best laid plans and all that. See at around 4:00am my little gray kitten decided that it’d be a really good idea, being it was Sunday morning and all, to come and talk to me, use my beard as a kitten-face-rubber, entice my hands to pet her, etc. She does this occasionally, but I’m not normally having to get up in hour, and not normally a bit excited about going (it being a big long drive and adventure and all).
Oh well, Tim Horton’s coffee here I come!