I generally like to take my mornings slow. I like to put blueberries on top of Eggos and smother them in syrup. I like to watch a little TV as the light outside grows brighter.
I like to listen to the morning crickets outside. I take a deep breath and remember life is good before driving in rush hour traffic where people tend to make hateful gestures at one another.
But Mabel thinks my morning 'slow' time is stupid. She flings toys and bucks across the carpet like a bronco. In her opinion, mornings are made for jogging and chasing sticks or killing the occasional bunny.
And as much as I like a slower pace in the mornings... some days it just doesn't happen. Like today.