In my imaginary world, I stayed under covers reading till 8 am rather than disturb the cats so nicely curled at foot and side and near bookcase top at 7 o'clock.
In my imaginary world, I ate beautifully cut up fruit and toast in a chair outside in the shade with a view of lush green leaves and flowers instead of coffee in a paper cup and a cold apple muffin.
And after breakfast, in my imaginary world, I read the paper and sipped tea.
sigh
I know where I would rather be.
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