Tom could eat the moment his feet hit the floor. I, on the other hand, have a challenge to try to figure out what to eat in the a.m.. I have to eat to take my meds, but I really don't like breakfast food. I'm more of a "bruncher" than I am excited about eating early. I have "leftovers" from Mary's breakfast last night. I also have yogurt, eggs, turkey bacon, bread and cheese. It's just too early to eat, in my humble opinion.
Shouldn't the day start around 11? Ween thinks so. She usually gets up at the crack of 10, comes to the couch and proceeds to take her "nap time" at the other end. (It is a lonnnngggg way from the bed to the couch. It "could" be a grueling experience.)
I'm not sure if Mock is sleeping or at one of the parks. He was supposed to let someone into STUDIOS today, but had not heard what time they wanted to get in. His keys are not on the counter, but his doors are closed. Ah, the mysteries in my life.
The numbness in my brain says it's time to nap. Honestly, Ween is so much wiser than I could ever be. With "Gilmore Girls" music in the background, I just have to organize my day, right after my rest. Ween would be proud.
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