When we forget to close the door (anem, I’m looking at you The Mister) Trixie will come in and sleep on the floor. I guess 6:00 is her bath time, because all I hear is the sound of licking.
Cricket update: we gave up looking for him after an exhaustive search. He stopped chirping around 2:00AM. Does anyone have a can of gas and some old rags so I can dispose of the (presumably) dead cricket body?
I woke up from a dream about the zombie apocalypse. I don’t even watch The Walking Dead but The Boy brought home a couple of graphic novels and I’ve started reading them.
Back to the dream… After a significant struggle, I was able to get to my minivan. I drove over a couple of zombies on my way home.
My mom asked me to take her shoe shopping. We went to one of those discount stores way out of town. There weren’t any zombies there, just a lot of haggard women shopping for unfashionable shoes. My mom got a pair of black sandals. I didn’t find anything I liked.