Georgia would like to wish everyone a happy Saturday morning.
Did you know that the past three nights, she has slept through the entire night? The whole thing. All of it. That means that I have as well. And all is right in the world. There are rainbows and butterflies. Angels sing. There is world peace. It's beautiful. Oh friend, is it ever beautiful.
Did you know that I love sleep? I love Georgia too, but man, I love sleep. Solid, uninterrupted, comatose sleep. Then, I like to get up early, hang out in my jammies, and drink me some coffee.
Georgia, as you can see, prefers to move at a slightly slower pace in the morning as well. She, too, arises early. She enjoys her nice lukewarm beverage-of-choice (which shall remain nameless) and then slowly drifts back into a blissful state of slumber.
She looks so cute when she sleeps that I get easily distracted. I start staring at her and taking pictures, totally avoiding tasks I must accomplish, like raking the neighbors leaves, which are now covered in snow by the way.
I must get to work.