It began as a typical weekday...
I reluctantly crawled out of my cozy warm waterbed and cringed at the Arctic blast as I let our way-too-excited-for-this-early-in-the-morning dog outside.
Next I showered, dressed and applied makeup with the mindless robotic precision that comes from decades of repetition.
Then it was time don my coat and shoes and brave the elements outside to unplug and warm up the
ice-cube-on-wheels car for ten minutes.
Hurrying back inside as my hair turned to icicles, I stepped out of my snow-covered shoes and threw my coat onto the three carpeted steps of the front door foyer. Like I do everyday.
Heading to the kitchen to orchestrate Feeding Time At The Zoo, I hear Daughter's radio alarm go off in her bedroom.
Huh, must be up early to study for her test today.
While three cats, two fish and one dog devoured their breakfasts, I returned to the front door to get my shoes and coat back on, but before I knew it
I found myself laying at the bottom of our foyer stairs.
And looked up to find the dog’s nose in my face and one of the cats hovering nearby, head cocked sideways in wonder. Both had rushed over to discover the source of the resounding crash.
Suffice to say, it turns out a down coat laid over carpeted steps makes an amazingly proficient toboggan.
I discovered the other two fraidy cats had sought refuge cowering in the hallway – frightened eyes glowing wide in the dark - their food dishes spilled and water splashed everywhere on the kitchen floor.
I guess I freaked them out.
Oh well, at least Casey and Sheba came to see if I was okay.
Because other than music, nothing was emanating from my teenage daughter’s room.
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