Bonita's internal alarm clock goes off at 4 a.m., at which time I am usually treated to 2 hours of sounds of Bonita rustling papers, jumping into boxes, knocking things off of shelves, batting loose change around, purring loudly, licking my face, and trying to burrow under the blankets with me. At 6 a.m. this morning I enjoyed watching the sun rise from my bed and then decided I would get up, once Bonita had finally curled up on my chest for a nap after her pre-dawn exploits. Arrrgh.
So this morning I:
- did my usual 18-minute morning exercise routine
- almost finished digging a swale behind the garage
- walked over to the bank and the supermarket
- took a bike ride to drop off my library books and check out the mulch situation at the recycling facility, featuring an extremely long incline on the way home
- vaccuumed my apartment so Bonita could kick litter all over the damn place again
And then I:
- crashed on the couch for an hour and a half
- went to the camp with the fam to take the docks out of the water
- had a family dinner at the Great Lost Bear
- showered, changed, and danced for 4 hours at the milonga downtown.
Now I'm wired and I need to get to sleep so I can get up and sing in church tomorrow. Help!