Seven a.m., waking up in the morning

TGI motherfucking F. it’s finally the end of the longest week ever. It’s weird, the days went by painfully slow, but the week itself, moved relatively quickly. If that makes sense. I don’t know if it does. But here we are.

Since we’re north of the wall, the snow has started, and snowed again last night. Crystal proclaimed that the sun is no more because it wasn’t up yet. I don’t think that we’ll see too much of it.

We started another creepy Halloween series last night – The Haunting of Boy Manor. We watched the first episode last night. Kids are creepy. British kids are wicked creepy. The two kids they got for the roles are perfect.

I crawled into bed last night and didn’t move, but for once. I woke up briefly to find myself on my back with a kitten between my legs. I knew I couldn’t stay like that, so I heaved myself onto my side.

Then the alarm went off. Or at least it felt like that.

Least it didn’t scare me this morning. That’s a good thing for sure.