You know all those mornings when I wake up shortly after I go to sleep, after getting just three or four hours of interrupted sleep? Those mornings when maybe I head off to breakfast alone in the solitude of early morning Family Restaurant?
This morning it happened just the opposite. I slept and slept and slept. I did wake up a few times, very briefly. I would look at the clock and then go right back to sleep. When I took my final glance at the clock, it read 10:03 AM. I still felt very sleepy, like I wanted to sleep and sleep some more, but, it was after 10:00. It was time to get up.
So, I closed my eyes for just a few seconds, resolved and fortified my mind, then got up, did what needed to be done and headed out to the kitchen to get my oatmeal.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I noticed that the clock read 11:45 AM!
Over one-hour and forty minutes had passed in the few seconds between the time I looked at the clock at 10:03 AM to the moment I forced myself out of bed!
My point is, I used up all my blogging time for today in sleep. So, instead, I am just going to quickly present these two images that I took in the fall of 1992 showing our late, great, Clyde. Little Clyde Texaco.
Clyde was a bad cat. He was the baddest of all the cats that ever graced this household. The baddest.
Oh, but he was a good cat!
And he was an aviator. He knew how to fly. Here are two of his flights.
I will do "Contemplating the future of this blog, part 3" Monday.
Tomorrow, Sunday, I have a funeral to go to at noon and I have a good many non-blog things that I want to do today, so it is a cinch that I will not have time to post part 3 tomorrow - but I will put something up - something short, quick, and simple, like I just did today.