The closest thing I had to an adventure yesterday getting my free drink at Dunkin’ Donuts on my Donut Walk™. Ironically, I don’t get the donut at DD but at Krispy Kreme. I prefer DD to KK, but KK gives a free one every day if you’ve been vaxxed. It was extremely hot, so I appreciated the Large Cocoa Mocha Signature Iced Latte. It’s $5 so I only get it when I earn a free drink but that is still a much better deal that Starbucks. It’s delicious. Did you know that Dunkin’ Donuts is no longer the official name? It’s simply Dunkin’ because they don’t want to emphasize the donuts. They consider the coffee their primary product. It is what I usually go there for. They also use DD. Next time you go look at the door handles, they are two D’s.
I have somehow become one of the cats’ emotional support animal. She can’t bear to be separated from me, at least when I’m not in my room which I lock her out of. It started with sitting on top of the back of my chair and sometimes making herself my pillow. When I was busy doing something and didn’t reach behind me to pet her when she asked, she discovered laying on the arm rest so that if I wanted to be comfortable, I was forced to put my hands on her. She’s there right now purring but a bit perturbed that I am using both my hands to type. We are still in contact as her tail and one leg are on my elbow. She keeps looking at me to ask for more.
When she first discovered the back of the recliner she’d jump off when I moved it to do something like right now when I’m sitting up to get my phone charger. Then she’d only leave when I got up. After a while she learned that often I was coming back soon so she’d wait for me. Sometimes she sees me coming and hops on the chair before me. When I go to the kitchen, she jumps up on the half wall that divides it from the dining area and supervises my food prep. I don’t like her standing right over my food but there’s nothing I can do to make her stop. I have decided to give up and just accept that I’m her emotional support animal and hope to take advantage of this. If she decides to fly someplace, she can take me on the plane with her. What would make a cat want to go to Paris? I should look at pictures of it on my computer until she decides that she has to go.
I decided to try an experiment after that last sentence, something we discussed in therapy, using the cat as a meditation aid. It worked, the purring and feel of the cat got me into the zone. The problem is that I got so relaxed that instead of getting back to writing, I took a nap. I’m going to the Met game tonight and have to leave in a few hours. I have to buy eggs and pick up prescriptions, so those will be my walk’s foci instead of a donut. I might do the donut too. It’s a beautiful day, I could take an extra long walk, but I won’t. I have a radio show to write and record and tomorrow I’m going for an MRI. I need to get that done. I’ll take a walk, just not an extra long one. Tomorrow I’ll have a Met game to write about. Until then, farewell wherever you may fare, until your eyries receive you at your journey’s end. That’s the polite thing to say among eagles.
Wise Madness 