It is not quite 7 AM here at chez Biff. The sun is not fully up yet; only just enough to light everything in a sort of hazy, low-resolution matte finish. Everyone in my timezone is suffering the effects of the same poor lighting.
All is quiet except for a cat who is going room to room, begging for attention and food. He has already had plenty of both from me, but it is a cat’s curse to never be satisfied. And to not want humans to be satisfied either.
I, for my part, am cringing at every little insistent meow he makes, for this is MY time. If he wakes up the household, my little cocoon of silent serenity will be broken. TVs will be turned on. Lights will be turned up. Chaos will stalk the land.
Ah … it has already started.
And so I must cut this blog short and go jump feet first into the sturm und drang.
As the punchline of the joke once said: “Everyone back on their heads!”