The day before Memorial Day
I am a restless, never sleep through the night, person.
This may have something to do with the two men with whom I share my sleeping space.
In order to protect their individual identity, I’ll just say that one of them is a thrasher-puncher-grabber-yeller in his sleep, the other is a 12 pound furry ball of white who thinks it is his job to keep me warm by laying on top of me and/or to also protect me from the thrasher-puncher-grabber-yeller.
Typically, my biological alarm clock goes off at 5:00 a.m., which it did this morning.
I let the one guy out to water the lawn. The other one is still sleeping.
It is brilliantly blue and sunny.
But it is cold.
Off to have breakfast Al Fresco, at the Sandbox Cafe. Bringing my camera.
Bundled up for Breakfast at the Beach in May?
Next we are going to check out our beach.
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