Steve bitching for breakfast at 5:45 am. Rosie won’t get out of bed to potty so I am going to have to watch her like a hawk to make sure she doesn’t vengeance shit on the carpet because I didn’t let her out the moment she decided to get out of bed. Damn JRT’s. Lily is hurt because she can’t sit on my lap while I am at the desktop so I am going to have to do some relational maintenance involving belly rubs and lullabies.
2015 seems a helluva lot like 2014- up too early and being bossed around by pets, each in their own special way.
Also, it was one of those super cold cloudless nights. When I woke up, the wind was whipping and you could just feel the cold go straight to your bone, but the sky was almost glowing from the stars. Those were the worst nights in the army- you knew as soon as the clouds dissipated it was just going to get cold as hell. It’s actually worse than being rained on because everything on a tank is cold hard steel.