Morning Mood (TGIFF)

I couldn't have dragged my ass out of bed before seven this morning if the house had been on fire.  My dogs didn't feel the same way.

I first woke up to the older dog licking my face.  I turned over and buried my face safely in a pillow.  Some time later I woke up to the same dog licking the back of my neck.  ‘What?!’  Whimper.  Then the other dog stuck her snuffling wet nose in my ear.  I grunted and pulled the sheet up over my head, but by then the cat was standing between my shoulder blades.  I told them to all go away, but the muttering and sighing from the direction of their beds put an end to any hope of more rest.  Sigh. 

It's a good thing that the weekend is only hours away.  I had plans for the weekend, but I expect that Saturday morning will be dedicated to sloth and indolence followed by concerted woolgathering.