The quiet morning hours

I crept out of bed early this morning to be alone with my computer. I have become insanely dependent on a high speed connection over the past year or so, and to come back home to fast internet, sweet fast internet, was, well, embarrassing. Bud, on the other hand, cannot get enough of our new! cable! tv! I do not blame him on this count it's just that he mostly wants to watch sports and I mostly want to watch The Hills on MTV so we compromise. He watches sports and I go online like a creepy old man. This morning I had a huge cup of coffee on the table, next to my computer. The dogs had been taken out, given medicine and properly morning-snuggled. I perused a couple of my favorite blogs for inspiration and then, somewhat excited, poised my hands over this keyboard. And then Bud woke up, stumbled out of bed and began to wallow all over me. It's one of those things where, had it been nearly any other moment I would have loved it and thought it terribly sweet just...not...this...moment. When I politely told Bud, you know I can't write when you are next to me, staring at the screen, he reminded me that he wanted to watch cable tv and I was in front of it. Part of my computer frenzy can be explained because I am exploring the possibility of buying an actual domain - a blog still, but one that I own. And then I might even be able to make it look pretty with things like rainbows and flowers and lollipops because, you know, everyone likes those kinds of things. But figuring out what host to use and then the enormous question of how to build a website is like being blind folded and driving down the Autobahn with a driving instructor scratching away at a notepad.