It's morning again

The wet kisses from Munchie woke me this morning at 4:55 a.m.
Nothing new about the hour or the kisses. I lay there making picture thoughts in my mind. I have this idea that dogs can see what you are thinking, if you think of something active they like to do. Words do not mean so much to them I have found as what you think. I try to think of the action of the door sliding open and the dogs going outside without moving to see if they would start to move about. I knew Munchie was thinking of something like that but was not sure if he wanted to go outside or just snuggle. That of course, is a person thought not a dog thought. At 4:55 a.m. in the morning unless a dog has gotten cold they are not thinking of snuggling. Munchie does not get cold, he has too much fur. I knew what he wanted and my experiment was much likely of no use at the moment I was choosing to do it, because he had already alerted Sofie and Phoebe to the "Go Outside Go Potty" thought.
I gave up crawling slowly, gradually sorting myself out from under my little sleeping space I had carved out. Stretching before I stand, arms high and then move side to side, trying to work out the kinks if there were going to be any. Two dogs were in agreement with the thought as I bent down to move the stick out of the slider groove on my slider door, great locking mechanism by the way. I know many people have this same locking system on their slider doors.
While Sofie and Munchie were outside, I decided to make my coffee. Phoebe insisted, as normal , that she was fine and only poked her head out from under the blankets of our bed with her worried look on her forehead that is characteristic of Besenji's. Phoebe knew, I am sure that it would be best to stay in her blankets and that, again, the crazy woman she lives with was going to make her want to dig in a little deeper. When I got into my bathroom with my coffee pot to fill it with water, I felt something in my eye so I put the pot on the sink edge to look for a cotton tip swab. Found one and fixed my eye problem. "Good" I thought "all better" as I turned to toss the swab into the garbage. I should have lain it on the counter like I normally would do,thinking I could use the other end for something. Instead, I was feeling lavish this morning so turned to toss it and in the process of the turn and because my girth has expanded over the winter some what, I brushed the coffee pot off the edge of the sink and into the sink. I barely brushed the pot, such a light brush really, I could not imagine that the crash I heard was the coffee pot and was absolutely stunned to see it smashed to bits in the little sink that it dropped into, only 3 inches of a tumble. "Oh No!" I said out loud, two or three times and at different pitches of terror..I would guess. I saw bits and pieces of red pot handle and lid lying in the sink looking dangerous all tangled up with the glass shards, how to get another pot? The white coffee maker upstairs in the kitchen for the renters? Will it would fit? The thrift stores maybe? These thought ran through my mind in milliseconds. With my mind still racing, and fuming, I came out into my living/sleeping space to find a paper towel. Phoebe was looking out from under the blankets, a worried look still on her face, she was right to stay hidden and she knew it.
I managed to get over the fuming and gathered the glass shards into the paper towel and tossed them into the same garbage can as the swab I had so easily tossed earlier. Wasetful is what I was, I kicked myself as I told myself "You should have used the other end of that que tip and this would not have happened." I was kind enough to myself about it though. My life is full of things that happen that lead me into some other gift, I do not beat myself for long.
This morning the gifts are not appearing easily. I climbed the stairs to the kitchen upstairs, got the white coffee pot that I knew had a different lid. This would cause a problem with the maker that I wanted to use. It makes better coffee..and the lid I know has something to do with that. The little red ball on the top of the lid pushes up a little button under the filter area and lets the coffee grinds steep for just the right amount of time. I had this idea that perhaps the lid would work on the white pot. No matter which way I tried it, no, it would not work. "Should I go get the rest of the coffee maker that goes with this white pot?" I ask myself. "Oh no it will not be as good, it just won't." I am now in tantrum phase, so keep struggling with the lid and finally find an old dental instrument, that my dentist gave me with a broken tip. I use it to work on my mosaic art but it now came in handy to hook into the little valve on the coffee maker to push up the button so the brown liquid I wanted could come through at the right speed. I weighted the long handle down with a roll of duck tape. Duck Tape, 3M's miracle to man...It worked great, but there would be no early snitching of coffee before the whole pot was finised.
I heard small woofing outside my slider so I let Sofie and Muchie back in. While I began to blog and while I was waiting for my coffee, I heard the tell tale gurfing of a dog behind me. "Oh no" "You are not going to throw up in here, outside both of you!" Sofie and Munchie were sent back outside, then let back in shortly there after when I thought the worst was over. I then realized that I had stepped into the gurfing material while letting them in and out so it was another job for the wonder of paper towels.
I have finally had a cup of my fine coffee...later today I will bring the white coffee maker downstairs until I can find another pot for my much loved red coffee maker.
Life needs to be made simple, not into a war, especially in the morning before daybreak. Today is good, I have my coffee and I know Good things are going to Happen.