Things are getting back to normal around here. Almost.
I still have trouble figuring out how to work my blanket bed,
and I still nap on the couch.
That’s normal. Except I have to wear a shirt so my furs don’t get all over the place too much.
Mom tamed the wild wires and organized her desk.
She even stared at a few stories on her computer, checked off her most recent rejections in her record notebook, and actually wrote a sentence or two in her latest story – which happens to be about a doggie. That’s normal. Except she does her work in the bedroom now, so I am forced to stare at her from my dogbed.
I tried to take a street nap in the parking lot by our new house, but a lot of the normal drama is gone because there’s hardly any traffic.
This is street nap 2.0 – on the porch.
Mom found the public library in our new neighborhood, but hasn’t stopped in for a normal pile of picture books to read. She is falling behind in her goal to read 200 books this year, but plans to catch up soon.
I am falling behind I my normal goal to take 200 naps each day, but I plan to catch up soon.
I still help Mom type, but instead of making my usual story of QQQQQQQ with my ear, I type DDDDDDFFFFFCCCCCVVVVV with my paw.
When my “story” is finished, Mom usually calls me the name of Knucklehead… I guess that’s another name for best selling author.
Let me try this blanket bed again….