This is a typical morning... Mister Foo walks back and forth across the bed, visiting the window, singing to the birds, looking for exposed toes to attack. All of this goes on well before I have to get up, face the day, and be marvelous.
If it's a weekday, his antics are a grim reminder that I'm not eager to greet the brand new day, that sleep and leisure are my heart's desire, but by now I've peeked at the clock and it is definitely time to rise and shine, rally the troops, find a hair brush, rustle up some grub, saddle the horses, mix my metaphors... all that morning-school day-business!
And just when I resolve to do what has to be done, Mister Foo does this: He curls up on my legs, starts his motor, gives me a drowsy, going nowhere expression...
I love Saturdays. I love Mister Foo. I love the fog, the trees silhouetted in the dawn's early light. I love lingering, or rising, whichever feels right. I love that Geoff is home, that the children wander in, and conversations carry on, plans develop.
Whatever you have planned, or unplanned, Mister Foo and I hope you have reasons to love this Saturday morning, too. Whether yawning, or roaring... Good morning!