Get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Considering that my bed is mostly surrounded by walls, this is not an auspicious way to start the day.
Recover from the resounding whack my head just received. Stagger to my feet and open the door. Start down the steps (did I mention that my room is the loft before the attic?). Narrowly avoid one of the trio of assassin cats that occasionally allow me to live in their realm. Ah, my current destination before me. The “thinking” room.
It is occupied.
A dilemma. Should I journey on to one of the other bathrooms (possibly a long and torturous journey)? Turn around and go back? Stand there looking like an idiot?
Ah. No worries. Seems in the twenty minutes it took me to decide, the room has become unoccupied. So I fall down the last step … catching myself on the door just in time … and enter my haven.
Glance in the mirror and nearly run in fright. Oh. That’s me.
Sit on the throne. Oops. Forgot something to read. Too late now. Hum a bit. Maybe take a nap.
Another of the assassin cats decides she needs to check on me. She attempts to push the door (apparently not securely shut) open. Wakes me from my nap! I overreact and slam the door shut. Belatedly hope I didn’t hurt her.
Done with my mission. Of course there is no t.p. Even in the cabinet under the sink. Make do with tissues. Finish in the “thinking” room. Not much thought achieved this morning.
Next set of stairs. Offended assassin cat guarding the stairway. Dilemma again. I feint towards my bedroom. Assassin cat falls for it and heads for where she expects my feet to be. I do an amazing twist in the air (ok so I am still dreaming) and make it down the other stairs. Assassin cat yowls in fury.
Kitchen in my sights. To the fridge to get some juice. No juice. To the closet to get some juice. No juice. Settle for a fruit cup. Sort of juice.
Third assassin cat eyeing me.
I think I am calling a Mulligan for this morning.