The Obscure

Many thanks to the Katies for filling my last post's comment page with approxiamately 104 irrelevant comments! I hope they have earned that sense of their own self-satisfaction that I mentioned in the previous post.

So it is 7:58 on a sunny spring Sunday morning, and I am here with my cup of coffee, my disgusting cat, and the words of Lou Reed playing in the background of my mind (not in reailty, mind you, I lost my copy of that album). What have I learned from this wonderful morning? Appreciate the little things, appreciate your mother and your sister having outrageous arguments about something as insignificant as getting out of bed, appreciate the "back-up" coffee that nobody in your family likes but you all drink anyway because you need coffee, appreciate the 900 year old cat who always begs you for food and then only eats about two bites of it, so you have to throw the rest away. Appreciate all these things, my friends, because one day, they might not be there; and I know I will miss them then.
My usually obnoxiously warm house is a bit chilly today, my mother had the ceiling fans running on high all night. She likes things to be real cold, I like things to be real warm, and my dad just doesn't want to spend money. I don't know how Lena feels on the subject, if I was going entirely on this morning's evidence I would think that she is never awake enough to notice the temperature, or the time, or what year it is. Ah, now she is up, and pouring herself a sub-par cup of everyone's favorite family back-up coffee.
I have to go now, I guess have to shower, shave, and dress in about 15 minutes.