Sunday morning symphony

So it's early Sunday morning and I'm curled up in bed still, surfing online and putting off getting up as the house is quite chilly in the morning now that Fall has arrived. We're having a wood burning stove installed next week, but until then, I fight the good fight and stay under the covers until the day warms up.

It's early yet, 8 am or so, and I'm sandwiched between my hairy beasts. E, Georgia, Deja Vu and Voodoo. E is on the bed next to me, snoring. Georgia is in her dog bed on the floor next to our bed, with her head hanging over the side, snoring. Voodoo is on the dog bed in the corner, snoring like an old man. Seriously, it's like having your Grandpa in the room.

I look over at Deja, curled up on the settee in our room. She's nice and quiet and blinking at me with this sleepy expression on her face.  She lets out this long, drawn out sigh. Clearly, they woke her up too. I'm too lazy to get up, trip over Georgia to fumble for the camera, but you get the idea:

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 Eric asked me once how I managed to sleep with my iPod in. To which I answered, "Dude, how can I not?"