The Bologna Blog

Sunday

It's a rainy Sunday morning here in my home town. In my infinite wisdom and with the help of a very loud spouse, I woke up at six a.m. It is now eight and I am still cursing under my breath that I could of, should have, and would have slept in this morning but for the circumstances of my life. I keep grumbling at the dog who is nosing me continuously, for I cannot seem to wake up and be friendly soul. I keep hearing the beast barking outside of my window while I was safe and cozy in my nice warm bed. Part of me holds him personally responsible for my disgruntled mood today. His big ball of cuteness makes it very hard to be a sour being for long. Maybe the sun will shine soon, causing my eyes to open bright and friendly. One can only hope!