Black Hole

Sometimes necessity really is the time for the impetus to try something different.

Ignore the mise en scene

It’s a super lazy Saturday morning here. This is the first day I will not have walked over eight miles in 45 days. And don’t get me wrong. I could easily walk that distance, and more, but I am consciously choosing not to. To the dismay and expense of my dogs.

In fact, I’ve done an average of just over nine miles per day for the past 45 days. I know this because I checked this morning and because I’ve become a bit obsessive about it. The month isn’t over.

I’m not whining. Not really. But I am tired. I’m also tired of a lot of other stuff, but again, not going to whine.

I slept until 8 am this morning, got up and let the dogs out, then we all went back to bed until 9 am. This counts as a mini-vacation these days.

Upon arising, and after feeding the dogs and lingering around the yard for a while, I decided I would make a cup of coffee. Then I realized I had no cream in the house. I am not a black coffee kinda gal, although that is preferable to coffee with milk. I have milk in the house, purchased specifically for my current cereal and oatmeal fetish. I don’t even care for whole milk in my coffee unless my coffee is made by a barista who adds special syrups and such to a latte. And while a teaspoon of sugar mutes the horrid taste of coffee at home with plain milk, much less skim milk, I still don’t like it. So I decided to experiment based on something I read years ago.

I made my coffee in my french press, then I poured it into a mug and added a dollop of butter.

I also added a pinch of cinnamon and a pinch of cardamon.

It was delicious.

No, really. It was fantastic. I didn’t even need any sugar and even if I had cream in the house, I wouldn’t have added it.

Yes, I suppose I could’ve gotten my lazy ass out and purchased cream. I could’ve even walked a dog or two down to the store a half-mile down the street. However, that would’ve necessitated a change of clothing.

I used to be a fashionista …

I opted instead to drink coffee with butter, drink it on my couch while watching Camm and Rhys wrestle each other, look at Facebook and pet Youke laying beside me on the couch while Brady growled at anyone that came near his his timeworn Wubba toy.

It’s been a chaotic, frustrating and busy few months. But again, no whining.

Youke is still perfect, except when he’s not. The moments of non-perfection are precipitated by:

A. Brady going someplace and Youke is left at home.

B. It is past Youke’s preferred dinner time and his Human, and Brady, are not home.

C. Youke is worried he will starve.

D. Camm also went someplace and is not there to bark some sense into Youke before he makes a Very Poor Choice.

E. All of the above.

If anyone did not choose E. All of the above, you clearly haven’t been paying attention.

Perfect Dog licks out my cereal bowl.

So, the combination of lazy day at home + caffeine kick has allowed me to actually make a blog entry. Sorry for many missed months because y’all missed out on some brilliant, biting and witty stuff, but it remained trapped in my head as miles + four dogs of my own + too many commitments for others + constant sense of impending doom = Human that is too exhausted or doesn’t have time to sit down at computer and relate droll stories about her calamitous life.

Instead, I’ll share some favorite pictures of late.