You can't pour from an empty cup. Take care of yourself first

Cowboy got home at 6:43 a.m., which meant he was working a fifteen-hour shift.
He worked nearly a thirteen-hour shift on Thursday.
He woke up just a little before noon, ate his breakfast, took his medication, and went back to sleep.

Snooze mode: activated

I had a rough night.
I slept fine until the wind chimes woke me up at 3 a.m. 
With everyone around here having chimes, it sounded like they were all going at once.
I checked the clock, felt the cold bed, and realized Cowboy still wasn’t home.

Earth’s perfume after rain is unmatched

Cowboy was awake and gone by 8:15 a.m. to take the car to be checked.
I don’t know what exactly they looked at on it, but he was back by 9:30.
Badger had cleaned the litter boxes and was heading for a shower, so we told her to make it a quick one and we’d go get our groceries in.
She did, and we did, even though we had no menu planned and no grocery list. 
We did the best we could.
Worst comes to worst, if we forgot something important, Cowboy has a doctor appointment in Powell on Monday. 
We can go with him and stop somewhere. 

Listen to the whisper of the wind, it tells tales ☁️🌬️

Cowboy didn’t come to bed until 2:15 a.m., which didn’t surprise me since his body still runs on his work schedule. 
He didn’t get up until 11:15 a.m. 
With him heading back to work tonight, I just let him sleep.