I’m loitering in the shower while waiting for my deep conditioning treatment to finish deeply conditioning my hair. The warm water is just beginning to loosen a knot in my back. As I wait for both my back and my hair to relax, I begin to organize the bottles on our tiny shower shelf. It’s hard to read in the shower, it turns out. Continue reading “How’s that, again?”
I’m really very sorry, Sunday. I had planned to get up and meet you. But, now I have this Dachshund sleeping across my lap, his head resting in the crook of 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 TV 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. My coffee is cooling, the TV is dark, and the dog dreams on.
Because, I’ve got priorities. Priorities and no coffee. Send help.