Start Over

Start over.

How are you? I am fine.

I had peas with dinner last night. Legumes are not my friend. Even my dog has moved to another room. It is hard to hold one’s nose when one has not opposable digits. Plus, that would mean walking on three legs rather than four, adding injury, possibly, to insult.

He walks off, muttering. I watch as the pink tortellini that punctuates the base of his tightly curled tail becomes smaller as he makes the most of the potential distance between his nose and my ass.

The Cinnabon I just ate hasn’t helped at all. In fact, I do believe I will require a hose-down to properly re-start the day.

Damn. And it’s so cold outside.