Day Eight of Susan's vacation she woke up in her own bed and emerged like the goddess of her universe with a relaxed glow, and no back ache from someone else's mattress.
She made herself a pot of coffee and some Irish oatmeal, the kind you have to cook on the stove for a half hour. Eating out exclusively for a week had left her unable to poop, but that would be fixed shortly.
Lucy, the dog came home! She was temporarily sweet smelling and a pound or two lighter.
The washing machine was put into immediate service, windows were opened, deck furniture was hosed off and another Saturday was in full swing.


The Zadge said...

There's a lot of talk about poop and anuses on the web today. I wonder what's up.

Where the Fur Flies said...

Some day, I'm going to wrap up a vacation by getting a laundry service to deal with all the dirty clothes. I think laundry's why most of us come home a day or two early - so we can get it all done before we have to go back to work.