Grumpy Morning

Grumpy Monday Morning I sit by the bed can´t make up my mind lie down or get up. I used to have a dog it woke me up early I had to take it out first thing and when it came back it checked every room. My house has eight rooms each floor is on different level, in the old days when I held parties friends, full of wine, used to break legs, the ambulance crew knew my address. Don´t know what happened to my friends some joined AA and sent me leaflets about the danger of booze; others simply got decrepit lost their marbles and went back to their old country. What to do today, I can read a book, I don´t read much now get annoyed with writers, who fill pages after pages with verbosity, I have to skip pages of excellence to get back to the plot. It is early and I to see a mechanic today about my car, but he is always late, think I will sleep a bit longer, say, to ten?