The Bloody Doors Off

There’s something about the first snowfall of the season.

The silence as the flakes drift down from the sky. The way it carpets the ground in white.

It’s a beautiful sight.

What’s not beautiful is being woken by a dog who really needs to pee.

It’s nearly thirty minutes later and I’m still groggy. Hopefully the coffee helps.

Considered going back to bed, but Marlo needs to be woken in an hour for a Zoom rehearsal and if I crash now, I ain’t getting up anytime soon.

Yes, I’ve noticed the switch.

I used to wake up between 5:30 and 6:30 each morning without fail. I’d be tired, but the internal alarm clock was insistent. Now it seems to be on permanent snooze. The past couple of days, I’ve napped for several hours in the early evening, and was still tired enough to go to bed by midnight.

So, let’s see what the day has in store, I guess?