Like most people my mornings follow a pretty predictable pattern. Fox jumps into bed to cuddle, whine, and roll upside down. Gats runs outside to find doves (and dig holes). Lola starts dancing around demanding breakfast. I haul myself out of bed, take my mood stabilizer and allergy pills. Put the kettle on and feed the dogs their breakfast. Give Lola her morning dose of Benadryl; if her allergies are flared up she'll get prednisone and cortisone anti-itch cream wherever she has been scratching (lately it's been her armpits). Sweep the living room and kitchen. Go outside and fill in Gatsby's recently dug holes, if there are any. Make coffee or tea, then sit on my back steps relishing to cool air and early morning quiet. Watch Gatsby run around like a maniac playing with his rope or empty laundry detergent jug (his two favourite toys). Meditate (while still on the back steps). Take Lola & Gatsby for a run, if I feel like it. Make myself breakfast. Depending on the time I may read a bit before checking the news (BBC, NY Times, and Al Jazeera English). I then groan, sigh dramatically, and check my email. Sometimes check Facebook (although I've been mostly avoiding that lately; it's too stressful). Then dig into whatever I have on my To Do list for that day (sending out resumes, returning emails/phone calls (ugh), working on whatever projects I have going on, working on blog posts whether I actually finish them or not, housework/yard work, etc.).
My morning in photos:
*I don't actually eat three breakfasts; these are just examples of typical breakfast meals.