I am continually fascinated by the top of our coffee press. It's just so shiny and it reflects an interesting perspective on the kitchen, including our "spice parade." I've played this game before.
I am already so late this morning. For one thing, Olga stymied my sleep for about half the night by hogging a pile of blankets and then squeezing herself up against me, leaving me immobilized on the edge of the bed with scraps of covers for myself. That dog morphs into a rhinoceros during the night -- her body expands, her weight increases a thousandfold, her breathing and snoring amplify. I slept fitfully until I finally succeeded in moving her at about 3 a.m., and then I overslept until 7!
Then, this morning, she made things exciting by hopping off the bed, walking into the newly carpeted dining room and vomiting up last night's remarkably undigested kibble. So that sent me into carpet-rescue mode, which seems to have succeeded.
It's just as well, though, because I have nothing else to blog about today. We had our first mission statement committee meeting at school, but that's going to be a slow process and it's not blogworthy. Lucky you!