As is 99.9999999999% of the time, I find myself again awake by myself this morning. My son and the wife are not morning people, and I suspect they'd even sleep through The Second Coming.
As I come down and start to putter about, taking care of the important stuff first, like brewing a good, strong, black mug of coffee, The dog, all 75 pounds of her, puts herself down on the floor, inevitably in a place where I will be walking. Like this.
I then have to shoo her away, and she will plop down on another place, also in my path, and so on. If I did not know any better …….