Good Morning

Good morning? Depends. It's all about the agenda, and who's in charge… yesterday Maria and I were up and giggling and out of the house bright and early. We were on our own clocks, and enjoying our own plans, and that makes all the difference. We didn't mind the cold, the hour, we were eager to get up and go. Then, along comes a school morning, and ooffft it's too comfortable in bed, and too cold in the kitchen, and we feel sluggish and bleary eyed, and reluctant to face the day, the the week. And to make matters worse, to torment our disheartened souls, there's Mister Foo, a furry, purring, warm heap playing in our pajamas, and he looks up at us and implores Meow… Don't leave! Stay a while and snuggle, yes? Yes! Yes, Mister Foo. We would so dearly love to stay home and snuggle.