What a beautiful morning....

So I am sitting at the kitchen table at 7:30am finishing up a take-home test that is due in a few hours. I'm just looking out over the backyard thinking how nice it looks, and how I am starting to like the mornings, how they are relaxing and quiet. When all of a sudden Murray comes streaking by the picture windows with a bird in his mouth that rivaled him in size. So the rest of my morning is spent, first getting the dead bird away from him, and secondly hiding the evidence so my mother doesn't kick us both out for his killing spree in her backyard. Now, I remember why I'd just rather sleep in. I hope you all have a lovely day!