Igby, true to form, banged and cried on my door this morning relentlessly until I finally caved and got up to feed him. This usually does the trick, and allows me a couple more hours of snooze time before dragging my fat ass out of bed and scrambling to get to work.
This particular morning, however, it didn't do the trick. He's having a particularly needy morning, and has attached himself to my side, for better or worse.
So, this is how I found myself awake and up at the Godawful hour of 637am. Sheesh.
I'm sitting here thinking of all the things that I should be doing--riding my bike in the park for an early day workout. Washing my putrid dishes. Um...or how about getting ready for work?
But nah, I just wanna sit here and have mild anxiety over things I have no control over, because it livens things up a bit...gets the ole heart pumping.
So I leave you with this picture of the sunflowers that my boyfriend brought me over the weekend, because he rocks, and I am awesome.