the game continues . . .

No meowing this morning, so I thought I had won. Then, walking into the kitchen to make myself breakfast, I nearly stepped in a big nasty old hairball. Great. That's just great. She's pulling out the big guns right away. How can I compete with that?

And I've left her alone most of the day, so I'm sure she's had plenty of sleep. I shudder to think of what the morning will bring . . .

Actually, mornings haven't been so good for me lately, anyway. Finding it increasingly more difficult to drag myself out of bed. And it's not a sleep thing, either. I sleep like I'm in training for the Olympic dream team. I'm really starting to see how I use sleep as a way to avoid things in my life. How often have I used the phrase "I'm exhausted" (even in this blog)? Too many times.

And it's clear now that I'm holding myself back with this early-morning, multiple-snooze-button, blame-my-grumpiness-on-the-cat routine. Maybe I should just let Meera be my alarm clock and get up whenever she thinks I should. Maybe God has sent this little furry person to be in my life and help me break out of this pattern.

Hmm. Sounds like a much better way of looking at it.

Posted: Mon - March 22, 2004 at 10:31 PM

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