The Morning, So Far

I couldn’t get out of bed. My dog tried to inspire me by pulling the sheets off the bed. I tried to hold onto the sheets, but it’s hard when the other person is using their teeth. A jaw is a strong thing.

So I got up. I went downstairs and fed the dog. My dog’s favorite food is olives. I fed him a can. I once asked my vet if this is a bad thing. My vet said, “Every thing will always tell you what it wants.”

I went to the computer. I looked up email. There were a few for Viagra. I thought I didn’t need any more incentives to go back to bed.