The A.M.

Mornings can be difficult. Trixie kept me up late last night watching X-Files reruns until 2 o’clock in the morning. So we sleep late, and both wake up hungry. We have a screaming contest to see who gets to eat first. I generate more decibels but Trixie wins points for style and best impersonation of a cat being strangled. She goes first. And then she also got to go second because feeding is hardly ever an isolated, discrete activity. Rather, it’s part of the spectrum of trying to get Trixie not to cry including but not limited to burping, changing, walking around, holding, talking to, burping again, feeding again, changing again, etc.