Waking up has become more unpleasant lately. It's partly because I have fewer distractions than I used to have, and partly because every day is more like every other day than it used to be, partly because more stuff is hurting than there used to be, and partly just because it's been so damned hot. One or two of those things at a time I could deal with, but all of them at once just makes seeing a new day a dismal experience, even when I wake up fairly late in the day. And of course I still miss my cats, which is probably the worst part.
Middle of the night's not so enjoyable anymore either, but at least I've got a fresh supply of chocolate and a book to read. I'm going to go indulge in those now, as I'm sure that if I write any more it's bound to be depressing.