Habracheloveka morning

I raise my hands up, take it to the grandmother's Persian carpet, which I swore to hang in my apartment and at the same time I make “snuggles”. Cool word, - Copey.
I pull one hand to the chair, next to the bed, and take the phone, put the other over my wife's head and lean, kissing her on the cheek. In response, she will do something unintelligible, I will smile.

I take my phone and open the "Applications", five points down, launch Gmail . Looking through the mail, yeah, then this and that. Already in the brain I plan my day, I close it, a couple more points down and Jimm starts (earlier Bombus , later Yapp! ), I read what has come, I answer, a couple of quotes from boron using infobot and weather forecast.
I close, just below, the News Reader, the standard RSS list and some information, to the item below and launch Oper , a couple of sites, search for some topics from the letters that came, then Gmail again, answers. Now upstairs, a BookReader and a couple of science fiction chapters.
Ten minutes later, his wife will swing and cook me breakfast ...

And how does your morning begin, dear habrachelovek?