Saturday

Once in a long weary while I wake up having actually slept. Today was that day. Wahoo! I slept for at least seven straight hours. This is so nearly mythological that it required celebration, sacrifice, and libations. First the celebration; I jumped out of bed. That's big for me; I usually crank myself into sitting position; a slow, unwilling process accompanied by whines, groans, similar expressions of negativity. Next the sacrifice; I pulled on yesterday's clothes, combed my hair with my fingers, hitched up the chihuahua, and clomped forth to walk...except, oops, rain. Went back for a poncho. Down the sidewalk again. Porque tolerated the rain only long enough to pump herself out then turned for home, winching me along. She would have continued on this "walk" if I carried her under the poncho but what's the good of that? I just do these walks for benefit of the dog; I, myself, radiate the sort of fitness valued among the terminal decrepitude community. Finally, libations; I made myself a big breakfast salad and offered two little pieces of lettuce to the floor. Maybe under-sink rodents will eat the lettuce and maybe I'll just have to tidy it after a while, but I put it where, well...I put it. So, I slept and then expressed appropriate appreciation. Now, after a three-tea-bag cup of caffeine, I need to iron an outfit, take a bath, and dress. Big violin recital this morning. The Great Bennini will perform.