Morning all, the last few days have been really bad brain days for both my Shuggie and I. That white sheet in the yard has been dismally affecting us. I admit, there have been a few tears lately. I’m back to taking vitamin D and sitting under my sun lamp.
I woke this morning, groggy and headed to the necessary. My sweetheart let Young Master Duke out to do the needful, and I just couldn’t brain yet. I set the water in the kitchen to boil as last night I’d forgotten to fill the cold brew jug.
While the water was heating, I set up the french press, and then went to sit in the dungeon. Brain broke is the mood of the day. I have a timer function on my watch, where I know when that kettle is gonna go, so I wasn’t worried. 1 smokey treat later, and a few devices on the charger, I was back in the kitchen.
By this time Billy Joel was crooning in my ears, and while I may have had a pulse, I still wasn’t ready to speak to humanity. Shuggie started nattering. I couldn’t hear him, didn’t want to think yet, and just couldn’t. I was almost at the tears point. I said, “Yeah whatever you want,” just to back him off.
He kept nattering. Finally I said, “I can’t hear you, I can’t think, I haven’t had enough coffee yet to deal with you.” I know, cold and bitchy, but damn. We were 20 minutes into a getting up on 5 hours of sleep morning. By then I had the french press filled, and press, cup and I headed back to the dungeon.
I sat staring at a mind numbing game for a few, read an article or two, and had my first cup of coffee with tiktok. I needed brainless this morning. Okay, I desperately needed brainless activity this morning. Critical thinking skills were not on the top 5 billion.
Finally, about the exact time I opened the app to write a different post, Shuggie snuck into the bedroom side of the dungeon. I put my finger up, as I was listening to “Don’t stop believing.” at that second. I took my headphones off, and looked up.
Something something A&W rootbeer. Something something… chili dog. So, either I’m getting A&W rootbeer floats with really good icecream for breakfast, (none of those things are in the house) or I am having a bowl of chili, crackers, and a chili dog on the side for breakfast.
It’s the little things. I might not quite be coherent, but at least my Shuggie loves me.
Take care my friends, gentle squishy hugs, I’ll bug you again soonest. -L
Footnote: He added elbow macaronit to the chili. FFS!
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