Even the dogs are sleeping late. They woke me briefly at 7:40 because Bonnie demands cookies in the morning. If Garry doesn’t give her cookies and while he is at it, clean out her eyes, she will keep barking. Forever.
One morning she barked continuously for more than three hours, but to be fair to me, she started earlier than usual. I thought four in the morning was too early to wake Garry. He can’t hear the barking because all his hearing equipment is off and the batteries are charging. If I want to make the barking go away, I have to wear headphones and listen to music.
After getting her cookies, she didn’t start barking again. I woke up around ten, which is on the early side these days. Garry woke up and I told him he didn’t have to get up. We had nothing to do. Well, we did, but nothing that was scheduled. I wanted to vacuum and change the furry covers on the sofa. I also had a plan to sweep the dead seeds off the deck and refill the feeders. Maybe take a few pictures. Write something.
I discovered 24 rolls of Charmin actually available on Amazon and bought it, even though it was 50% more expensive than before the plague hit America. I know it’s not like the Black Plague or even the Spanish Flu, but it’s bad enough. It may not kill quite as many people, but it’s doing pretty well and destroying the world’s economy.
It took a freaking plague to get people to forget how much they hate each other and begin to work together. And the moment the plague is over, they will all be at each others’ throats again — if not sooner. I’d like to think the peace could last a little bit longer, but somehow, I doubt it.
There will again be politics and primaries and elections. Everyone will hate everyone again and eventually, life will be normal. Whatever that means.