It’s 6:07am here in Tampa. I think it’s going to be about 82 degrees today. I’m struggling to wake up while the overnight french toast bakes.
I’ll be at the sanctuary by 7:30am, breakfast for the volunteers in hand. If the rest of the week is any indication, I will get the honor and privilege of picking up poo and left over meat from our 3 new cats (2 tigers and a liger). They are still on quarantine and most haven’t even gotten a glance at them yet. Of course, even with cleaning and feeding them this week I’ve only really seen 2 of them. I hope they get over the transport trauma soon and learn we are there to help them.
Once cleaning and feeding is done, I’ll come back to the condo to pack up for Gainesville. If everyone is lucky I will take a minute to shower. Two hours of driving, a little food with the family at Grandma’s, some present-opening, and then a two hour drive back.
I’ve been averaging about 3-4 hours sleep a night for maybe two weeks now. So maybe I’m just delirious. But right now I feel so blessed and lucky for a Christmas like this.
I hope where ever you are, whomever you are with, whatever you do, you feel the same way. Merry Christmas.