I sincerely believed that one I stated to work for myself that I’d probably be up late nights and sleep all day but surprisingly enough – I’m in bed must nights before my husband who gets up early for work and I woke up this morning shortly before 6. 

Typically, when it’s not even light out – I’ll grab my phone and read twitter or catch up on blogs until my eyelids start feeling heavy and I’ll go back to sleep until Shiro starts asking for breakfast around 830/9 and then I just give into the day.

I’ve always loved the mornings though and yes, I’m sure that my current affection has something to do with the fact that I don’t really have anywhere to go but to my computer. But still, I rise (early) and like it.

This morning, The Ethiopian is snoring and Shiro is laying right next to my head curled into the cutest ball of stripes and fur. There’s something about the morning silence (with the exception of that snoring!) that is so very calming and reminds me to count my small blessings. 

Good morning!

  
Yup, still painfully obsessed with this furball.

It’s a little after 6 a.m. as I start this post. On one side of me The Ethiopian is snoring and on the other, Shiro is snuggled into my side and quietly purring.

The last handful of days I’ve been up early. Sometimes I grab my phone, read a little and wait for sleep to come back around and sometimes I’m just up.

This past weekend I went home which actually seems funny to say. I guess for me, home is where I was born and where my Mom is :) In typical fashion, the few days I sad home were packed with everything and they flew by. On the way back to my new (real?) home I stopped and spent some much needed time with my friend Emily.  

As always, I think often of this little space of mine. Stories of life to tell, pictures and videos to archive and, like always – days become weeks and sometimes months before I get around to it but I can’t bear to let it go because I need this space to come back to just in case. 

I guess it’s just an it is what it is situation. The more I think about it, I guess a lot of blogs are or used to be and I just need to write when the mood strikes and let everything else fall to the side.