“What’s wrong with you? You look like you want to kill someone.”

No, I don’t want to kill anyone … at the moment. I’m just not awake yet. In my half-awake state of quasi-grumpiness, I am wondering what it would be like to just once –JUST ONCE– have someone make me a cup of coffee in the morning. I imagine it would be wonderful to wake up slowly and peacefully without having to use my brain to work an espresso machine before my eyes are even open and just sit down and have someone bring me a cup of coffee. It sounds like heaven.

Not a killing offense (yet), but I am beginning to get grumpy about having to jump out of bed and tend to everyone else’s needs (cats and humans alike) before I finally get to sit down and enjoy a hot and steamy cup of java. I’m sure once I have had a full cup or two and my eyes are fully open and my brain fully awake (and I have made a grocery list, watered the garden, done the grocery shopping and dishes, planned dinner, swept and vacuumed the floors, and finished a slew of other things no one ever seems to appreciate at all), my grumpiness will subside … until tomorrow, when I have to jump out of bed and do it all over again.