Events of the last few months have left me reflective and somber. Hence, the journey we’re about to embark upon…
On the surface my home life is a still pond, immutable and relatively calm, some might even say boring.
But if you take a closer look you’ll soon see the maelstrom raging below. For example, today began as it always does: the mini-TV/alarm clock on my side of the bed shattered my slumber and a dream faded quickly, forcing me to slowly (very slowly) rise and carry the dog – who is usually splayed across my legs – downstairs to do her business on the back deck.
Must be nice to be carried to the bathroom, right? Did anyone do that for me when I broke my leg last summer? Hells, no! I had to crawl to the bathroom like a Morlock or worse, a Kardashian off my mood stabilizers. It was sad, I tell you.
Sorry about that. I’m back.
And so I waited while the dog does her business, I carried her furry butt back upstairs and very quietly, I placed her back on the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping princess curled up in a ball on one side. Any husband will attest to this, ladies; waking a slumbering spouse is akin to willingly putting your testicles in a guillotine.
It just isn’t done.
Fortunately for me, I pulled it off (as a guy, I’m more than used to pulling it off, but in a vastly different way), and I was able to head downstairs to boot up my laptop and write another NaBloPoMo post.
Which I just did.
Thank Dog for the relative freedom of the NaBloPoMo system. Otherwise, I may have to actually be creative – and as anyone who has read my “work” can attest… that’s not my strong suit.
I love it when a plans comes together, don’t you?
See you in the lobby, kids…