Thursday dawned, but I just rolled over in bed and ignored it. But eventually nature calls and I rolled out of bed. Lost a quick wrestling match with the beagle, now I am going to have to affirm to the doctor that I feel safe at home has he examines the bruises and scratches at next week’s visit. I wouldn’t want ‘Becca the Beagle to go to jail for elder abuse.
Snooks brought in the morning coffee along with a suggestion that maybe I could inflate the tractor tire and get the verges mowed to even perfection again. Either that, or stock it with lions and charge people to drive through Safari Land.
Made the mistake of reading the newsfeeds before I finished my first cup of coffee. That is always a bad move. I dashed off a few nasty retorts to the newspaper and political elites who keep telling me that I need to be like them.
Uh. No. I’ll pass.
So back to a cold cup of coffee. Not good.