Morning arrives in a flurry

Cats being territorial and me being very unhappy about it. They fly off the bed before I get a chance to launch them knowing I am not pleased by the early wake up. So it begins.

What lies in waiting is more of the same and of course the littl bit of unknown. Time will just slip by in its usual fashion filled with various objects I am sure. So far the rain has held off, but supposedly we are to have thunder storms for the next couple of days, splendid if it happens.

Holding no grand thoughts of the upcoming time as it all will be life in the same boring patterns I seem to squeak out of the moments. A memory here and there placed amongst all the others packed in variety.

Onward and Peace.