Her Royal Felinity, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, has retreated to the Winter Palace.
Forty-seven degrees is not what I would call cold, though it’s a few degrees cooler now than it was when she meowed me out of a sound sleep at 5:30 this morning.
Ordinarily it would be Herself who answers the call of duty at stupid-thirty, but she has gone a-questing to East Texas to join sisters Beth and Heather, other kinfolk, and friends in bidding adios to Herself the Elder, who is to be laid to rest tomorrow in the family plot.
Frankly, Miss Mia finds all this a feeble excuse for being short-staffed, nay, abandoned to the questionable care of a junior staffer who thinks that he belongs where she is now.
That’s treason, that is. Heads will roll, and they will not be cute gray furry ones with luxurious whiskers and fetching green eyes.
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Oh my, El Perro Loco has been left unsupervised again. Prepare yourselves mi amigos, for the snark and bike riding will expand to extraordinary levels. Good luck buddy! Don’t be afraid to dab when your line isn’t as good as you thought. And, only listen to one voice at a time. You are smart.
Alas, ’tis a poor day for the riding of the bike. The wind is howling, the clouds are swirling, the temp keeps inching downward after flirting, briefly, with 50°.
And the allergies! Bejaysis, ’tis unknown the weight of pollen I’m inhaling.
Still, could be worse. I could be shoveling the eight or so inches of snow that Hal got overnight up Weirdcliffe way. Or it could be me that Herself chucks into a hole tomorrow.
April snow in Crusty County, Colorado. | Photo by Hal Walter
I rolled the dice and slipped out for a short run. Underdressed on the way out, about right on the way back, only got rained on a little bit. Winning, etc.
As the Scandinavians say re dressing for outdoor high energy activities in cold weather: “Be bold, start cold!”
Ayuh, you can always peel off a layer, but you cain’t put one on if’n you ain’t got it.
Clearly Herself left the appropriate one in charge. Hop to it, monkey!
Miss Mia is not impressed by primates. “So I don’t have opposable thumbs,” she sniffs. “I don’t need them. I have you.”