Write your own damn horoscope!

Today feels just right.

Not too hot, not too cold, not flimsy or rigid or blaming or giddy high.

Just Right.

The bitterness of waking at 11:35 last night seeped into my Core by 6:03am. After FINALLY getting to sleep sometime after 10:20pm, I’m dealing with the clatter of toenails around the house. Like tracking down a burger in the night, a refrigerator prowler, barfing cat, or to double-check that the bird is actually sequestered in his/her cage, I have to know what’s going on downstairs.

Wouldn't you?

Understand, this is NOT like the B Horror Movie where you need to scream at the victim to NOT go into the kitchen or the bathroom, the gloomy basement that doesn’t have a working light switch. It’s more like, “Right, I need to deal with this or I’ll regret it.”

At 6:35am, when everyone is expecting:

a. to be let outdoors to pee

b. food (that goes for the bird, cat, dogs (both in this house and two other locations where clients are AWAY)

c. a walk to eliminate last night’s dinner

And I hope to get a dribble of coffee laced with a sufficient amount of cream and sugar to give me enough energy (and patience) to absorb all of their love and appreciation.

By 10:00am, I am soothed, smiling, showered, and ready to take on the rest of the day.

Instead of reading my horoscope in the local paper or online,

I declare:

"Today is just right!"

#pets