“I am exhausted!”



“Gosh, Missy, what’s going on? You sound … ”

“Exhausted. I am exhausted.”


“So you guys had a good day, did you?”


“I’ll say, Marica, I’ll say. That run with Mr. Big Food and that strange but quite friendly guy was wonderful!”


“Quite right, Rock! We had a great run in the pasture while you were out and about.”

“This story is supposed to be about me and my day, Marica.”


“So I don’t get to talk about how I painted today after we went to the plant sale?”

“Only insofar as it depicts My Dear Friend and I sitting so nicely on those beds in there watching you paint.”


“That was funny, Missy! So what else did you do today?”


“Well. Let me see. … Oh I know! I spent some time with that … that … feline this afternoon.”


“Yes. I was there.”

“Once again, this isn’t about you.”


“Sorry. How’d that go for you?”

“Well, I’m not quite sure how to characterize the encounter, Marica. You were there. You saw it.”

“Yes. But this isn’t about me, it’s about you. And Sadie.”

“Quite. My thoughts aren’t clear yet regarding that feline. Can I have some time to think about it? Maybe sleep on it? I’m exhausted.”