I have some days off from work this week. I am cleaning today so it will not bug me later. Was up half the night working on the Marlowe thing. Then Sabir had to be walked at 4 am for some reason. Street and park empty, which was nice. Still very dark then, not a sniff of dawn. Very serene, everyone asleep. I like the empty dark street and the warm feeling of everyone sleeping behind their dark windows. I am less patient in my heart with people who are awake, being noisy, crowding me on the subway. I suppose it is kind of the way you can be irritated with a child all day, and filled with tenderness once they are asleep in bed. I know it is better to appreciate people when they are conscious enough to feel it. I cannot always do that.
Came back and Yodel climbed up in bed with me, wanted me to pat him. He tends, as he gets older to redirect with his claws out. I end up shoving him away, sometimes I want to sleep, not have my hair pulled or my face scratched at.
Anyway, by then Mike was getting up. He has a two hour commute to the Bronx, and is quite accustomed to getting up at 5. So I got up too. The gas company is coming here today as we have had a problem with out gas. (One of those things where you beg them to come and they say 'between 8 am and midnight, be home...') Luckily I can be home. But you have to be awake too... They say they will call first, but I have known them to dissemble.