Why must the cat claw and claw and claw at my lap only to lay down and get back up again and continue clawing? Usually by the second clawing his attention is drawn elsewhere and he hops off my lap.

Sid woke me up this morning, as he usually does, but for some reason I feel more woken up today. You know, as opposed to getting up on my own. My eyes are droopy and my body can't decide wether it's cold or not. The boy is still asleep and sometimes I wish I could do that.

Since before I could remember, waking up somewhat early has always been pretty important to me. I love to be able to have the whole day. I love the silence of the morning. I like to watch the morning news. I like to enjoy my coffee alone. I like to write in silence, even if it is just a dull journal entry.

Im sure I'll be finishing my lamp shades today. My boss should be back from Russia by now. I wonder how that went. Im sure I'll find out soon.