Slow mornings

I like my slow mornings, but I think I've become a little bit too good at them. I need to speed them up a little bit. It takes me too long to get to my desk and the longer it takes the more difficult it becomes. I have work to do. I need to work. … Continue reading Slow mornings

Mornings with Jack

Every morning one of my cats, Jack, will ask my attention at the table. He'll circle my chair, complaining loudly, until I pull the chair next to me from under the table. He’ll jump on it and request my attention. So I drink my tea with him at least until he settles to sleep. A … Continue reading Mornings with Jack