Morning People

E.g. can even take photos first thing in the morning.

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Am I a morning person?

Urban Thought over at Urban Observation has posted about someone calling him a “morning person” with a distinct ring of disdain to their voice. He resents people who resent his early-morning cheeriness. Why should anybody quash his joy? That’s just rude.

Oh, wait. Crap. I do that. Often.

I’m usually the one who gets up when our cat Cuca comes to ask for his morning treat of tinned food, usually between 5 and 6 in the morning. (Occasionally he tries earlier, but gets pushed off the bed) .

I don’t mind. In fact, I love being up early, before the rest of the household (even our dog Cai used to sleep in until 8:00, before we got the new pup) . I slip downstairs, turn on the burner for my first cuppa (usually I’ve prepared the coffee pot the night before), spoon half a tiny tinful of cat food onto a Chinese dipping saucer, and turn on the computer. Cuca inhales his food, uses the litter pan, and settles down behind me on his kitty tower. Sometimes Cai bounces downstairs and curls up in the papasan. And all is peace. At 7:30 I awaken E.g., and the day begins.

Sometimes, like this morning, E.g. awakens early.

It’s at the crepuscular moments between waking and sleeping that one’s true self emerges. And although E.g. and I are wonderfully matched in many ways, E.g. is an extrovert, and I am an introvert. This works excellently for us at group functions: I tuck myself in a corner with a beer, and she does all the talking. It works less excellently first thing in the morning.

The following conversation isn’t verbatim, but my interpretation of it.

Turtle: Good morning.

E.g.: Good morning how’s Fergus did he throw up in his crate last night no that’s good did you take him outside yet no that’s bad I don’t think it’s dangerous around our building at 6 in the morning just because you had that one bad incident the other week you should be fine. After we come back from camping I think we shouldn’t use the pee pads anymore we should  watch for Fergus to give us signals that he needs to go out has Cai been out no I’ll take him out okay guys you come too Fergus see you soon.

T: Bye.

E.g.: Well we’re back here Fergus you still have your leash on how was your coffee it’s not as good as the espresso is it you’re wrong just because you grind it more that doesn’t make it espresso espresso is a particular roast I’m going to make myself some breakfast should I have cereal or toast there’s no bread in the breadbox you took out your twenties too I see did you spend it is your “bread” now “toast” ha ha there’s bread in the fridge there’s two kinds we should probably finish off the old loaf before starting the new one I think I’ll have toast now what should I have on it there’s peanut butter and honey or there’s jam or I could have some yogurt did you notice I bought some yogurt yesterday how’s your blog coming along there’s two slices of bread left would you like them?

T: Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!

E.g.: What’s wrong, honey?

Maybe I could get Urban Thought to swing by on his way to the gym, and take E.g. with him.