It's 3 a.m.
Why am I awake?
It's because of the cat.
Me, I'm sleeping away when I feel a fur coat land on my face.
A loud noise in my ear.
A wet nose pokes at my hand.
You want to be petted at 3 a.m.
Well, there's always a positive.
I already knew what I wanted to blog about, I just needed time.
3 a.m. was not the time I expected, but hey, I'll take it.
I don't know about you, but time is a commodoty that I fight to have, manage, and save.