morning...

..and its associated pleasures.

I awoke feeling unusually sexy, but alas, I had no-one to share it with. So I got out of bed and decided to be productive. Which on a Saturday morning, consists of pottering around the kitchen, and then excavating my laundry pile to find all my woollens so I can wash them and put them away for the summer. They are mid-cycle as I type.

A little later I was treated to the sight of Bosworth lying flat on his back on the grass with his paws in the air, apparently sunbaking. Perhaps he is solar-powered. Although that hypothesis is somewhat negated by the low energy level he is exhibiting this morning. Although he did manage to thump his tail a couple of times when he saw me watching him. Maybe this is a throwback to his ancient reptillian ancestry, and he needs to warm up before he becomes active.

I have too many thoughts...