Morning micro capsule (IP)

The sun has risen, barely. I like to get up early, the alone time is pleasing to me. Unfortunately, the cat does not respect this. He curls around me feet and annoys me before I even get my highly prized cup of coffee. To keep myself from ending up face down on the kitchen floor, I feed him out of sheer self protection. If I end up on the floor I might notice it needs cleaning. I put the kettle on to boil and admire the bubbles in the little window as they dance in the blue light that tells me, yes I turn the kettle on. Hate it when I forget to and pour cold water on my coffee grounds. Yes, I have done that. I tell myself I don’t need coffee to wake up, but some days I am not so sure. I take my coffee to the computer and switch it on, ready to deal with emails from family, friends, clients and people trying to sell me stuff I am not sure is legal. Why didn’t that hit the spam bucket? The cat streaks by and out the cat flap he goes only to return in a few minutes. His meow is loud and demanding and it really sounds like a cross between meowy hello and a very bitchy complaint. He’s upset about something and wants me to know it. He looks up at me as if I am to understand and then looks disgusted that I do not. I swear that cat is an alien in fur. If I put my coffee on the coffee table he slinks by it, his tail curling into a question mark and the tip of it dips into the rim of the cup. It looks as if he is sampling it with his tail. He does it to anything that is placed there in a cup. I HATE cat hair in my coffee, or tea or beverage of choice. I hiss at him to go away but he regally ignores me. It’s not that I am not a cat person or a morning person, but I really do hate it when he does that. I suppose it could be worse, he could be sticking his face in it and drinking it for real. I am pretty sure coffee isn’t good for him; he’s mental enough as it is without adding caffeine.
Emails are dealt with, I look out side and check the temperature on the thermometer I have hanging so I can see it without going outside on days it rains. I don’t know why I do this every morning but I do. I even record it in my diary. I know it’s pathetic but I can tell you the temperature of most mornings for the last 5 years or so. Do need to get a life? Maybe in a past life I was a meteorologist, I kinda like that idea, particularly a very ancient one looking to the skies and the stars trying to make sense of it all. I guess they weren’t called meteorologist then but as usual I am getting side tracked. I mainly work from home so I debate rather I should get dressed earlier or later and put off that decision with another cup of coffee. I am liking this life of semi-retirement it gives me time to do things like this, and think about things I never had time to think about before. Now I am going to think about what projects I am going to do today, if any, if I need to do some laundry, should I meet a friend in town for a coffee and a chat. Sorry to be boring but I think that second cup of coffee can be consumed in the garden where I will do some big game hunting, which means I flip slugs over the garden wall with a wooden spoon. The sun is out, I have time on my hands….. life is good!