I woke this morning...
with my calico breathing in my face. Now, cat breath is not my favorite way to wake up, but, it isn't the worst. As I am pushing sixty and have abused my body in my youth, Getting out of bed can be an unpleasant adventure. Body parts ache, and complain as I swing my feet to the floor. The cats aren't happy about it either, they were enjoying a cozy cuddle. A groan escapes my lips as I repeat my usual morning refrain: "I don't want to go to work." I'm sure no one who reads this has ever felt that way. My day job, is that of a caregiver. It is not an easy job and it pays only enough to allow me to live. Don't get me wrong, I have deep affection for those I take care of. The job is one of bursts of energy and fairly strenuous work punctuated by stretches of extreme tedium. The temptation is to play on my phone for all those hours, It isn't something I am particularly proud of. But to be honest, fiddling around on social medi...