A project started is a project....

Waking up at 3:48am, bathroom piss, plop back down in bed and wait. By 4:30am, futile sleep still elusive, I make way through the morning routine. The dogs sense the day has started but are a little slow to react, not sure if this is another bathroom break. With the first light turned on in the room adjacent to where Jen is still sleeping they are quick to action. Stove on, water poured into kettle for tea, and out the door the three of us go. Unceremoniously squatting within moments of breaking outside, they turn their heads in a territorial sweep of their yard. Swiftly resuming sniffing, as if the bathroom break was part of the plan, they then circle once or twice in unison paralleling the Rockettes and start the second part of the morning outing. Steaming soft serve fecal piles left without remorse and inside we go. Pouring water over tea bag, four eyes and two tails avail my attention. Sitting down in the living room, steeping cup of tea nearby it isn’t even 5am. Somehow, two and half hour drive to 10am race ahead of me and light track workout later that afternoon, as I take the tea bag string and wrap it around the bag to wring dry dripping water, everything already seems half done.