Dawn's early light

I got up at 4:24 this morning, and through relentless, frantic-acting effort, I got that big guy to get out of bed and stumble downstairs and let me outside. Boy, was he hot.

I just wanted to lay out on the big deck, and watch the pre-dawn morning develop. It's nice out on the deck before the sun comes up this time of year. Cool. Calm. Nice.

It was pretty sweet out there, except for those funny words that big guy kept repeating, trying to get me to come back inside. Geez, can't a guy enjoy the morning without learning new vocabulary?