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Fortunately, I can't hear the chickens from my bedroom. I don't do mornings, either. If I could just convince the dog to stop whining outside the bedroom door, it would be perfect.
I don't know why we do these things to ourselves. Mornings start out with one Pomeranian lounging on the bed between DH and I, a Golden at the side, happily wagging his tail, wriggling his whole body with a big smile on his face and a cat that trills at me until he gets impatient and just starts jumping back and forth over my head so I'll get up and serve breakfast. So within a couple of months we'll be adding the coop below the bedroom deck and who knows what kind of noises will be coming out of there? It's twisted to keep adding to the family when I already feel momentary annoyance at them each morning. And yet it still seems to happen... Thank goodness for city rules (only 5 licensed animals per household) and property limitations.
I'm allergic to animal hair. The only way I can live with my loved ones' animals is to ban them from the master bedroom. I must have a hairless place to rest my head.
Mr. Hallerlake got up too late to go to Port Townsend today. We'll go get half price tickets to the flower and garden show this afternoon instead. Half price half day tickets are a great idea. We could take a bus and avoid parking, too, but Mr. H dislikes taking the bus.