That's my usual drink, when the scale is good to me. No sugar, just espresso and warm milk. My inner child and my outer adult are both happy at the same time.
This morning, I was cozy and warm, under our down alternative comforter (makes life easier for asthma sufferers, doncha know.) I made a deal with God. I said, "Will you please wake me at 7:30?" He does that sometimes; I'll pray, and He wakes me up. This time I finished with, "Yeah, I know, get your own self up. You're a big girl now."
Henry barked. And growled. Leah, who is visiting for the night, barked. Since they are both on Mary's bed this morning, this was followed by Mary barking. She and I both told them to be quiet.
I heard an odd noise. It sounded like a wheelbarrow being pushed through the snow in the backyard. "Who the heck is in my yard, and what are they doing?" I thought, as I carefully peeked through the blinds. April lifted her head and looked in my window.
There is no caffeinated beverage, no energy drink, that can get you out of bed as fast as the thought, "The cows are in the yard." I was in the hallway before I had time to think, "What, if anything, do I have on this morning?"
That might be too much information. Sorry.
Ethan and John were dressed in a flash. I, thankfully, already was. We headed out to herd them in.
Cows are so silly. One little flake of hay waved through the air, one call of, "Bess! April!" and they were trotting back into the pasture. I guess we should be glad there are 4" of snow on the ground, and no grass visible. This adventure might have ended differently.
God's in His Heaven, not playing alarm clock, the cows are in their pasture, and all's right with the world. All before 7:30; which is when I asked Him to wake me up in the first place! He has such a sense of humor.