Every morning at 5:45am, my alarm clock goes off. If the cat is really
While my life-giving elixir brews, I take Gunner for his morning constitutional. We are usually out for about 10 minutes, exactly how long it takes for the coffeemaker to do what it does best. But it isn't time for coffee yet. Gunner has to eat. He is hilarious at meal time. So excited for noms. Once he's in his crate and eating, it's time for my coffee and a shower.
Every morning, I put off getting dressed for as long as possible. I will sit in my robe and drink coffee and peruse the blog world until the last possible moment. About 20 minutes before I have to leave, the dog comes back out of the crate, I get dressed, and I put breakfast together. Almost every morning, that consists of fried egg whites and a quarter of a cup of old-fashioned oats. So riveting, I know. About this time, I pour my 3rd cup of coffee, and Ammon's first.
Did I mention that nearly every morning of our entire relationship I have been up and about hours before Ammon cracks an eyelid? So, I get Ammon's coffee ready before he's even awake and set it on his bedside table. On weekdays I give him a kiss, tell him he is in charge of the house, the dog, and the cat, and I head to work. Knowing that unless tomorrow is Saturday, I'm getting ready to do the same exact thing again tomorrow.