Sketch's rhythm

Waiting for Sketch to get up so I can put fresh sheets on the bed. He's buried under them at the moment. His rhythm is to go to sleep on the couch but somewhere between 3 and 5 in the morning he gets cold and so hops on our bed and buries himself under the covers, where he'll stay till he's ready to get up, which could be 8 or could be 10. All I have left to do is the bed. Then get some flowers for the homecoming. For a change, H's flight doesn't come in late at night (past my bedtime) but at noon. So if she didn't get fed, maybe we can go out to lunch. It's Fish Stew day at the Corbett Fish House. Then this afternoon, if the weather holds, I have lawn work to do.