Morning Pages and Me

It is a challenge to wake up early enough to sit and write three pages by long hand every morning. 

I endure. I have my favorite pen, a very nice journal and a cup of coffee at my side as I write by the glow of our under-counter lighting. It is really quite relaxing and enjoyable. It is a lovely way to start a morning.

Someone is feeling a little neglected though:

Jet chases my pen as I write, lays upon my book, my arm, the table and generally just keeps saying, "I'm here. Love me. Pet me. Appreciate me. Don't forget about me."

Morning pages and me. And Jet. It is our new reality.