Two more days until the weekend. I went to bed early last night but the dogs kept me up howling with the coyotes. They settled down around 10:30 which is my usual bed time. It is so hard to get up in the morning. One of my coworkers was telling us that her husband's parents were artists and used to work through the night and sleep well in to the morning. I would love to do that. Work when inspiration struck and sleep as long as necessary. Maybe one day I can. But then again, the dogs don't sleep in much past 8. Still 8 is better than 6.
I can't believe how this year is flying by. The stores look like an Easter basket exploded inside them. Spring break is right around the corner. Tucson has it's Rodeo Parade next week and the nearby Renaissance Festival is kicking off. Wasn't it just Christmas? Oh well, I want this year to go by quickly if it means my mortgage gets paid off at the end. But then next year will go slower so that I can enjoy it right?