This morning, I woke up grumpy. Or maybe I should say I was woken up, and discovered I was grumpy. Either way, the results are the same. I am grumpy.

My husband came home from work early…he says not, but it was. He always says he gets off at 7:00, but he’s never home til 9:00 (this is am). Today he came in at just after 7:00. Doors slamming on and off…he makes enough noise to wake an army of the dead…no, an entire city I think.

I guess it didn’t help much that I only went to bed around 6:15 (am…yes, I was up all night. No particular reason, just couldn’t sleep.)

On top of that, my cat has finally learned to dance a country jig…on my chest of course. It might be funny, if I was in the mood…  That’s because she decided I was sleeping through her breakfast time of course.

I drag myself downstairs…garbage day…I open the front door to the sounds of Christmas music playing merrily away from across the road; three giant Christmas blowups on the lawn across the road…great, we have Mr. Christmas living there.

I close the door, head to the kitchen and try to squeeze a little dribble of coffee from yesterday’s pot…I am grumpy…