The Hudarosa has been twirling in a tornado as of late. Nothing seems to have any respect for gravity or the laws of physics.
I have a re-occurring dream in which I fall UP the stairs. I'm strolling through a corridor, pass a doorway and I stumble, losing my balance and WHOOSH! I am swept straight up the staircase. It seems to go on forever. I never reach the top of the stairs. Usually, I jerk myself awake, popping Papillons into the air. A couple of times, I've awakened, standing, beside the bed.
Today, we hit the top landing. It was quite a jolt. The house has become completely disarranged.
'What, Muhzer? I sort of like eet. Zhere eez plenty of ze soft place to sleep and some of ze dust bunnies are rahzur friendly. Zhey teeckle."
THE largest crisis is that Zoe had run out of food. We do not let that happen. The garbage could be trashed. Sofas could perish. Priority one was concocting the savory blend of brown rice, sweet potato, spinach and beef on which she thrives. Then we tackled the rest of the house, including those dust bunnies. I must admit, however, that some of them were rather cute.
My world is getting back in order. The excellent news yesterday stopped the free fall. Gravity is making a comeback.
It's a good thing to land on your feet.
*This one is called, "Land On Your Feet".*
