things look different in the morning. for one thing it's light. last night a cold anguish, sadness, grave remorse. this morning a well of soft light, blue tinged with brushed clouds. mister's been laying on the hardwood or half on his bed, maybe it's too puffy. i put down the green yoga mat.

oh yeah, das ist nice, gaia, hum?

i did the morning cafeteria in stages like school. no food fights. first the cats. they tried to switch bowls but they ate. mister was behind the bedroom door. then he came out, lay on his quilty. i had warmed his frozen nuggets halfway and added pumpkin and kibble and his pain meds, but nervous of interloping cats perhaps he stayed put, so i slid him on his quilt through the kitchen looking down like he was on a magic carpet straight to his bowl whereupon he ate heartily, pshew. 
everybody ate but me. i'm still waking up with coffee. the animals don't need coffee. the cats wake perkily, but they sleep much of the time, unlike me. i'm always trying to wake up it seems.  

sometimes you wake up and you say today is different but you're not sure why, is it just a wish? and knowing during the day you will expend energy and get tired and gravity will influence you, but you will also create energy in the process, maybe with what you see, the pictures of the world you glean. it's all energy you may waste or use wisely and save.