At 5:00 AM Tennessee decided to turn on the light over the kitchen table. Who want s to eat Cheerios in the dark? He dragged the stool from the kitchen over to the light switch by the back door. Sally Alice saw a great opportunity to get her kitty self outdoors. I couldn’t act fast enough. I yelled “Do Not Open That Door!” while Tennessee was saying “Thure kitty, I let you outthide.” He is a helpful guy after all. I ran for the alarm keypad and fumbled to code. He opened the door. The horrid shriek of the alarm woke up Lucy, startled Tennessee, sent the cat running for the yard and made me fumble the code again.
I got everyone calmed down. Tennessee was enjoying a slightly soggy bowl of Cheerios and I lay on the sofa with a groggy girl in pink monkey pajamas. This is the second week of the cleanse I am doing. The worst week of all. I snuggled Lucy and thought about all of the red meat I want to eat. At this point, it wouldn’t even have to be beef, just something that was once living, and is now dead and cooked. Preferably something that tastes good with all the red wine I want to drink. I would polish off my meal then drink ten, no….eleven cups of coffee. One week and a half to go. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
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