Motorcycle Therapy: Blue Skies, Purple Irises And A Triumph Bonneville
On the weekends, my dog makes sure that I’m not late for work by licking my face at o’dark-thirty. Once satisfied that I’m up, she saunters back to her bed and lays down. She’s always got my back, that dog. Too bad I don’t work weekends.
Since being able to go back to sleep isn’t one of my super powers, I usually stumble down the hall, do some coffee voodoo and figure out what I’ll do with my day. I give thanks to the dog when up I’m early enough to take advantage of a day like this one:
The lesser seen side of Long Island, sans-hustle.
Seeing iris in bloom makes me smile. Every time.
Good morning, buffa-lumps.
“buffa-lumps”! . Thanks.
all in a day’s work! 😆 😉
If you learn to go back to sleep it will ruin everything.
It seems so enticing though! My brain just isn’t wired that way.
That dog needs a pillow whack across the head. I keep a small pillow just to throw at my cat when he pulls that crap. My sleeping superpowers have faded through the years although I usually sleep peacefully until about 6 am. My yellow lab wakes me up with a sigh and shuffling to the door. That’s a great looking Bonneville! – I love the star on the fender. Where did you find buffalo? Nice pictures.