Morning time cock hour

Morning Time Cock Hour Routine

Crowing cock and daily chores

Cock did not crow this morning. It upsets my entire day. Not that I depend on the timing…sometimes the cock gets it wrong by twenty minutes. It is the feeling that people around you are getting out of bed. You run out of choices—at least that is the way I think.

Some things in life are indispensable and inspirational. Like the doctor. He has a car – drops me off at the corner to my office. It saves me oodles of time… and money.

Or consider having kittens – they drink up spilt milk. Not that we do not have a rag to mop up. I always say that to my cat. The cock is not too pleased to see the cat. It must be the tail…wagging all the time.

Time for the final bell

So, when the doc died (ate some of his own medicines – it is rumored), I had to take the bus. The cock was behind by twenty five minutes. I had missed the earlier connecting bus. So I would have to wait another half-an-hour for the next one.

This got me to office one hour behind schedule. The boss was late by half an hour – saved by the bell…that rang late. I hurried with the work and turned it in just as the boss came to the door. He did not seem to remember me. He had had a late night and was still reeling from the happy time concoctions.

So enough of this work, I packed up and took the bus home. I could smell a great aroma from the house next door. They were preparing dinner.

The neighbors are having chicken soup and vegetable salad for starters this night. Here puss…puss, where are you?