A Wee Bit
Oh, what a day. What a beautiful morning. I saw the moon slipping off the sky as the sun entered on the other side of the morning stage. It was early, just after five. Jennifer was holding tight to her dreams and her blanket. I exited the bed and was joined in my morning march down to the kitchen by Fiona, Mr. Hamilton and Bootsie. Boris stayed curled in the warm bed with Jennifer. I opened the back door in the kitchen for Fiona, my lovely yellow lab and Mr. Hamilton the youthful, precocious golden doodle who came as a foster from my niece Maggie. I quickly shut the door behind them and turned to pick up into my arms our black kitten, Bootsie. Not yet, I said. The birds don’t want to see you this early. And then the ceiling pulled back and a person who looked gnomish said in a rather sleepy gruff voice, “Are you going to make coffee?“ I was startled at first as I was not expecting the ceiling to open. Yes, I said, would you like a cup. “You kno...
