I’m really very sorry, Sunday. I had planned to get up and meet you. But, now I have this Dacshund sleeping on my arm. Clearly, I’m not supposed to leave the couch or change from my pajamas and robe. Also, my coffee is getting cold and the remote is out of reach.
I could refill my coffee and grab the remote on the way back. But no. No, I have priories. The Weiner Dog is comfy and snoring gently on my elbow. The coffee is cooling, the TV is dark, and the dog dreams on.
Because, I’ve got priorities. Priorities and no coffee. Send help.