I've come down with a cold, so around four in the morning I gave up the fight and went out to the family room to sit upright in my big, comfy chair. I do not know what I would do without that chair! I'm serious! Anyway, there I was, in the dark, when the cats started to investigate.
The difference between cats and dogs - a cat will jump onto your lap and you barely feel it. I was surrounded by cats while I sat in my chair. I know because I could hear purring. However, a few hours later, when Andy let Jack and Rooney out of the bedroom, Rooney made her presence known by shoving her big, snuffling snout into my face! "Why are you out here, Mum? Are you okay? I'm hungry. Feed us. No, wait, we want to go out first. Get up!" And so my day began.
Andy is cooking bacon. Now I am philosophically opposed to killing animals for food. But I have convinced myself bacon does not come from an animal. No. It comes from a magical place called Baconland where bacon is made from fairy dust or something. Hey, whatever gets you through the day - and one's delusions.
Speaking of cooked meats, Andy and I were discussing the origins of foodstuffs. As in, who was the first person to crack and egg and say, "Yum!" We've come up with a theory as to the origin of bacon. Our scenario is that a lightning bolt started a forest fire and some unfortunate wild boar couldn't run fast enough and got cooked. Neanderthal man smelled it and said, "Whoa! That shit smells great! Sure beats eating it raw! Anybody have some Sweet Baby Ray's sauce?" Yes, this is the kind of stuff we discuss after forty five years.
I think the cold pills are making me loopy. Well, loopier. I need to get some chores done. Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish friends.
And a happy day before your birthday to my favorite ten year old girl in the whole wide world - our granddaughter. She and her brother make our world joyous!
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