The rain has been relentless. Zoe has slept so much that she acted like Rip Van Winkle when she spied the sun for the first time in weeks. She gazed through the picture windows in the bar and stared in amazement at the bright cerulean sky.
"Whaaaa?" Is all her feeble brain could muster.
After her ferocious workouts with Hud in the morning, my daintiest daughter wiles away her days napping in her favorite chair. It's on the sun porch. We call it the "Hair of the Dog Bar", because you will surely be covered in bright red hair should you sit on any surface. It's Zoe's room. She can get a handle on the world from there. She can stand in the enormous windows, intimidating people as they arrive at the front door. She can bark threateningly at any stranger who dares to pass Scytherbolle on the sidewalk. Mostly, she can sleep undisturbed.
Seeing the sunshine perked up the Pappies and we ventured out to see if Zoe would care to join us for some weeding.
I was stunned to see my big red headed girl's face has suddenly become as white as snow. It's as if all the sleeping had aged her overnight. She was losing her color in a mask across her handsome visage. The sun has arrived just in the nick of time to stop the process.
"Come on Old Girl," I roust her. "Time to get our lives back. We've been sleeping far too long."