There is a pattern here that I'm beginning to dislike.
I woke this morning
~ an hour and forty minutes before my alarm was set to go off ~
with a sore throat that demanded attention.
Once tended to, I attempted to get what little sleep I could
before the alarm did go off.
Trooper came over and sat on me unexpectedly,
and refused to get off me.
Apparently, little Miss Annie, had found my shoes I forgot to put in the closet last night,
when exhaustion fogged my brain.
No harm was done,
but sleep was lost,
sore throat awakened,
and so my day begins...