They’re the best… The sun comes up at 5 AM at the moment, and doesn’t go down till quarter of eleven. I can get a lot of work done on a day like this.
The only problem with the period just to either side of the Solstice is that the cats — particularly Miss Beemer — become unbearable around now, in that they want their breakfast when it gets light. So Beemer puts her nose up mine around 0515 and starts doing the I Love You So Much, Give Me My Damn Breakfast Already routine. There are times this is particularly wearing, such as when I’ve been up later than usual (The West Wing last night. Why does RTE have to show it at 11:30….Oh well, at least we’re getting it).
Don’t imagine that any of them think of bothering Peter in this regard, either. They know better. He sleeps too effectively for them to wake him up. Whereas I unfortunately still have a lot of that nurse-wiring in my head, with its emphasis on assisting the weak and helpless rather than picking them up and throwing them at the wall. (sigh)
Never mind. Dawn is pretty this time of year…
