I woke up to the dog staring at me, and 'talking' as Mastiffs are wont to do. They kinda sound like Charlie Brown's teacher, like they're really trying to form words but only wah wah wah comes out. It was a sweet alarm clock, and made me smile. I was glad she woke me, because I instantly remembered that I had to get to the grocery store because I needed ingredients for the Russell James Tortillas...and they needed 8 hours in the dehydrator if we were to eat dinner at a reasonable hour.
So I got up, straightened myself out somewhat and walked my happy dog to the grocery store down the street. This place is so close, I'm there so often, and they all recognize me in there, it's a wonder I didn't just pad down there in my slippers, lol.